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Cradle of Filth
Members | |
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Current | |
Dani Filth | Vocals (1991-present) |
Member(bands): Devilment, Burial, Carnival Fruitcake, Feast on Excrement, P.D.A, Temple of the Black Moon, The Lemon Grove Kids | |
Marthus | Drums (2006-present), Keyboards, Orchestrations (2012-present) |
Member(bands): Inner Fear, Lunatic Gods, Titanic, Mantas, Entrails, Nemesis, Galactic Industry, Masterplan, Pandemia, Symphonity, Monastery, White Empress | |
Daniel Firth | Bass (2012-present) |
Member(bands): Man Must Die | |
Rich Shaw | Guitars (2014-present) |
Member(bands): NG26, Emperor Chung | |
Ashok | Guitars (2014-present) |
Member(bands): Equirhodont, Inner Fear, Titanic, Root, Death Sentence | |
Past | |
Jon Pritchard | Bass (1991-1992) |
Darren Gardner | Drums (1991-1993) |
Paul Ryan | Guitars (1991-1995) |
Member(bands): Nine Covens, The King Is Blind, The Blood Divine, Evil Forest | |
Benjamin Ryan | Keyboards (1991-1995) |
Member(bands): The Blood Divine | |
Robin Graves | Bass (1992-1994, 1995-2002), Guitars (1992) |
Member(bands): December Moon, Malicious Intent, Criminal, Sectioned, Snake Eyes, Belphegor (live), Grimfist (live), Abgott, Imperial Black, Nightbreed | |
Paul Allender | Guitars (1992-1995, 1999-2014) |
Member(bands): DiAmorte, White Empress, The Blood Divine, Vomitorium, Primary Slave | |
William A. "WAS" Sarginson | Drums (1993, 1999) |
Member(bands): December Moon, Solemn, The Blood Divine, Deinonychus, Extreme Noise Terror, Vero, Christian Death (live) | |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (1993-1999) |
Member(bands): Ancient, Brujeria, Liquid Graveyard, Twilight of the Gods, Noctis Imperium (live), Nuclear Assault (live), Monolith, Catalepsy, Borstal, Monstrance, United Forces, Atrocity, Dimmu Borgir, Leaves’ Eyes, Lock Up, Obskkvlt, Old Man’s Child, Sadistic Intent, Testament, Anaal Nathrakh (live), Benediction (live), Borknagar (live), Cancer (live), Criminal (live), Exodus (live), Gorgoroth (live), Nightrage (live), Possessed (live), Voices (live), Anathema (live), Cerebral Fix (live), Driven by Suffering | |
Jon Kennedy | Bass (1994-1995) |
Member(bands): Amethyst, Throne of Lucifer, Hecate Enthroned, Daemonum | |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (1995-1999) |
Member(bands): Ninepence, Aphelion, Bastardsun | |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (1995-1997) |
Member(bands): Century’s End | |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (1996-1999, 1999-2002) |
Member(bands): Screamin’ Daemon, Saetith (live), Gorerotted, Solstice, Dragonlord (live), Sarah Jezebel Deva (live), The Rotted, Ship of Fools, Christian Death (live) | |
Lecter | Keyboards (1997-1999) |
Member(bands): Anathema, Tourettes, Ship of Fools | |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (1999-2006) |
Member(bands): At the Gates, The Haunted, The Lurking Fear, H.E.A.L., Needleye, Terror, Nemhain, Brujeria, Netherbird, Nifelheim, Paradise Lost, Riket, Samsas Traum, 12 Ton Method, Decameron, Tenet, Vallenfyre, Hyperhug, Penance (Swe), Skitsystem, Deathstars (live) | |
Dave Kunt | Drums (1999) |
Member(bands): Obsidian, Daken, Fuckshovel, Hangnail, Infestation, Basement Jaxx (live), Cranes (live), Dizzee Rascal (live) | |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars (2000-2005) |
Member(bands): Deezl, My Dying Bride, Sólstafir (live), Tiamat (live), Anathema (live), Cryptal Darkness, Leafblade, Alternative 4 (live) | |
Dave Pybus | Bass (2002-2005, 2005-2012) |
Member(bands): Darkened, Angtoria, Massacre, Prong (live), Sarah Jezebel Deva (live), Anathema, Anul Death, Dreambreed, The Hatebreeders | |
James McIlroy | Guitars (2003-2005, 2010-2014) |
Member(bands): Chaosanct, NFD, Matron, The Order of Apollyon, Ashmolean, Aggressive Culture | |
Charles Hedger | Bass (2005), Guitars (2005-2008) |
Member(bands): Mayhem, Shining (live), Tormentor (live), Imperial Vengeance, The Electric Hellfire Club | |
Ashley "Ellyllon" Jurgemeyer | Keyboards, Vocals (backing) (2009-2010) |
Member(bands): Orbs, Abigail Williams | |
Caroline Campbell | Keyboards, Vocals (backing) (2010-2012) |
Member(bands): Hugh Cornwell, The Red Paintings, Anneke van Giersbergen (live), The Sirens (live), Kill II This, Devilment, Devin Townsend Project (live) | |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Keyboards, Harp, Spinet, Vocals (female), Narration (2014-2020) |
Member(bands): Antiqva, The Astroplex, Daedalean Complex (live), Lindsay Schoolcraft, Mary and the Black Lamb | |
Past (Live) | |
Bryan Hipp | Guitars (1994-1995) |
(R.I.P. 2006) Member(bands): Unholy Ghost, Diabolic, Acheron, Blastmasters, Brutality, After Death | |
Rishi Mehta | Guitars (1994) |
Member(bands): Babylon Fire, Enemymaker888 | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) (1994-2008) |
Member(bands): Sarah Jezebel Deva, Hecate Enthroned (live), Nader Sadek (live), Angtoria, Mortiis (live), The Kovenant (live), Therion (live), Covenant | |
Paul McGlone | Guitars (1996) |
Member(bands): Thine, Measure of the Soul | |
Darren Donnarumma | Guitars (1999) |
Member(bands): Crimson Darkness, Heartrot, Verdelet, Funeral (UK), Involitus | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (1999) |
Rosie Smith | Keyboards, Vocals (backing) (2005-2009) |
Member(bands): Gone til Winter | |
James McIlroy | Guitars (2009) |
Member(bands): Chaosanct, NFD, Matron, The Order of Apollyon, Ashmolean, Aggressive Culture | |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Keyboards, Vocals (female) (2013-2014) |
Member(bands): Antiqva, The Astroplex, Daedalean Complex (live), Lindsay Schoolcraft, Mary and the Black Lamb |
# | Discography | Type | Year | |
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1 | Invoking the Unclean | Demo | 1992 | Show album |
2 | Orgiastic Pleasures Foul | Demo | 1992 | Show album |
3 | A Pungent and Sexual Miasma | Split | 1992 | Show album |
4 | Total Fucking Darkness | Demo | 1993 | Show album |
5 | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | Full-length | 1994 | Show album |
6 | V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein | EP | 1996 | Show album |
7 | Dusk and Her Embrace | Full-length | 1996 | Show album |
8 | Cruelty and the Beast | Full-length | 1998 | Show album |
9 | Twisted Nails of Faith | Single | 1998 | Show album |
10 | PanDaemonAeon | Video | 1999 | Show album |
11 | From the Cradle to Enslave | EP | 1999 | Show album |
12 | Her Ghost in the Fog / Dance Macabre | Single | 2000 | Show album |
13 | Midian | Full-length | 2000 | Show album |
14 | Bitter Suites to Succubi | EP | 2001 | Show album |
15 | Heavy Left-Handed and Candid | Video | 2001 | Show album |
16 | No Time to Cry | Single | 2002 | Show album |
17 | Lovecraft & Witch Hearts | Compilation | 2002 | Show album |
18 | Live Bait for the Dead | Live album | 2002 | Show album |
19 | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | Single | 2003 | Show album |
20 | Damnation and a Day | Full-length | 2003 | Show album |
21 | Mannequin | Video | 2003 | Show album |
22 | Cradle of Filth | Single | 2004 | Show album |
23 | Nymphetamine | Full-length | 2004 | Show album |
24 | Devil Woman | Single | 2005 | Show album |
25 | Peace Through Superior Firepower | Video | 2005 | Show album |
26 | Thornography | Full-length | 2006 | Show album |
27 | Thornographic | EP | 2006 | Show album |
28 | Limited Edition 4 CD Slipcase | Boxed set | 2006 | Show album |
29 | Eleven Burial Masses | Live album | 2007 | Show album |
30 | Honey and Sulphur | Single | 2008 | Show album |
31 | Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder | Full-length | 2008 | Show album |
32 | Lilith Immaculate | Single | 2010 | Show album |
33 | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | Single | 2010 | Show album |
34 | Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa | Full-length | 2010 | Show album |
35 | Evermore Darkly | Compilation | 2011 | Show album |
36 | Midnight in the Labyrinth | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
37 | The Manticore and Other Horrors | Full-length | 2012 | Show album |
38 | Six Pack of Hits | EP | 2013 | Show album |
39 | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | Single | 2015 | Show album |
40 | Hammer of the Witches | Full-length | 2015 | Show album |
41 | Dusk and Her Embrace - The Original Sin | Full-length | 2016 | Show album |
42 | Classic Filth | Boxed set | 2016 | Show album |
43 | Heartbreak and Seance | Single | 2017 | Show album |
44 | Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay | Full-length | 2017 | Show album |
45 | Live at Dynamo Open Air 1997 | Live album | 2019 | Show album |
Invoking the Unclean
Members | |
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Band members | |
Paul | Guitars (lead) |
Ben | Keyboards |
Dani | Vocals |
Daz | Drums |
Jon | Bass |
Rob | Guitars (rhythm) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dani | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Loathsome Fucking Christ | 05:25 | |
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2. | Darkly Erotic | 05:45 | |
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Side B | |||
3. | Chewing on Your Guts | 02:46 | |
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4. | Circle of Perversion | 05:56 | |
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5. | Dead Orchestra (Outro) | 01:41 | instrumental |
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21:33 |
Orgiastic Pleasures Foul
Members | |
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Band members | |
Paul | Guitars |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Ben | Keyboards |
Daz | Drums |
Jon | Bass |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul | Engineering, Mixing |
Jim | Engineering, Mixing |
Dani | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Bleeding in Heaven (Intro) | 00:52 | instrumental |
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2. | As My Stomach Churns | 05:26 | |
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3. | Funereal | 03:41 | |
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4. | Darkly Erotic | 05:42 | |
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Side B | |||
5. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 05:40 | |
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6. | So Violently Sick | 05:27 | |
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7. | Foul Winds Threaten (Outro) | 01:06 | instrumental |
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27:54 |
A Pungent and Sexual Miasma
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 1992 | Mortuary | MORT 003 | Cassette | |
September 1992 | Mortuary | MORT 003 | Cassette |
Members | |
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Cradle of Filth | |
Dani | Vocals |
Dar | Drums |
Jon | Bass |
Ben | Keyboards |
Paul | Guitars |
Malediction | |
Rich | Guitars |
Mark M | Guitars |
Mark F | Bass |
Alastair | Drums |
Shaun | Vocals |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Cradle of Filth - So Violently Sick | 05:35 | |
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2. | Cradle of Filth - Funeral | 04:01 | |
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3. | Cradle of Filth - Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - terminal frost Closing eyes of equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs ones again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between stages Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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4. | Cradle of Filth - Circle of Perversion | 06:26 | |
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5. | Cradle of Filth - Chewing on Your Guts | 03:50 | |
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6. | Cradle of Filth - Loathsome Fucking Christ | 05:34 | |
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7. | Cradle of Filth - Darkly Erotic | 05:56 | |
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8. | Cradle of Filth - This Fetid Dank Oasis | 05:17 | |
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9. | Cradle of Filth - Our Father Which Art in Earth | 01:13 | |
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Side B | |||
10. | Malediction - Mould of an Industrial Horizon | 03:20 | |
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11. | Malediction - Infestation | 05:06 | |
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12. | Malediction - Waste | 02:29 | |
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13. | Malediction - Longterm Result | 06:22 | |
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14. | Malediction - System Fear | 06:22 | |
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15. | Malediction - Sick New Facts | ||
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16. | Malediction - Murdered from Within | 03:54 | |
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17. | Malediction - Infestation | ||
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18. | Malediction - Intro / System Fear | ||
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19. | Malediction - Waste | ||
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20. | Malediction - Murdered from Within | ||
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01:10:20 |
Total Fucking Darkness
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 2nd, 1993 | Independent | COF 01 | Cassette | |
May 5th, 2014 | Mordgrimm | MORD 13 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
May 5th, 2014 | Mordgrimm | MORD 13 | 2 12" vinyls | Boxed set, Limited edition |
May 19th, 2014 | Mordgrimm | MORD13CD | CD | Digipak, Remastered |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Paul | Guitars |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul | Guitars |
Ben | Keyboards |
Rob | Bass |
Darren | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dani | Artwork |
Jim Partridge | Engineering |
Paul the Unsung | Engineering assistant |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Thee I Invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thou art pale hecate Rising from thessaly You´re in my dreams The Darkness in my heart The rapture in their screams Black Goddess Rise... |
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2. | Unbridled at Dusk | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen Cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging raven-black lust Unbridled at dusk I breathe the bestial air Rapaciously profound Forbidden knowledge and desire we seek He who walks below the ground And as marble eyes begin to weep "Die you fucker!" is my cry No feeble Lord shall enflame the sky Drums out of darkness listen well! |
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3. | The Raping of Faith | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved Faith The gardens swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight The velveret whisper at play with her hair Midnight Crue vehemence bares the scene to close In jealousy come for her Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes She suffers in silence Violence fills the air Blood thickens in hatred Madness shrouds her court in darkness |
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4. | As Deep as Any Burial | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives... |
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5. | Fraternally Yours, 666 (Outro) | 00:27 | Show lyrics |
Pour submission into me No church shall bar our paths Seductive evil drink... your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms Where scorn is fed in the blackest fucking soul! |
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23:54 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 1994 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL1CD / Nihil 1CD / Nihil 1 CD | CD | Limited edition |
1994 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL 1LP | 12" vinyl | Blue marble vinyl |
February 24th, 1994 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL1CD / Nihil 1CD / Nihil 1 CD | CD | |
February 24th, 1994 | Modern Invasion Music | MIM7319-2CD | CD | |
1995 (Unofficial) | Moon Records | Cassette | ||
1995 | Morbid Noizz Productions | 077 | Cassette | |
1997 (Unofficial) | Moon Records | Cassette | ||
1997 (Unknown) | Nebiula Production | NP9719 | Cassette | |
1997 (Unofficial) | Гоблин Records | Cassette | ||
1998 (Unofficial) | Angel’s of Hell Records | 515 | Cassette | |
1999 (Unofficial) | Спюрк | M - 114 | CD | |
2001 | Galaxy Records | JVC 192-2 | CD | |
2001 | Magnum Music | VICP61327 | CD | |
March 23rd, 2001 | Victor | VICP-61327 | CD | Japan |
2002
(Unofficial) (titled "The Principle of Evil Made Flesh / From the Cradle to Enslave") |
Agat Company | A-CF94 | CD | |
2003 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL 1PD | 12" vinyl | Picture disc |
2003 | Irond Records | IROND CD 03-416 | CD | Reissue |
2003 | Irond Records | IROND MC 03-273 | Cassette | |
2003 | Somber Music | SM035CD | CD | Brazil |
2011 | Back on Black | BOBV303LP | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Coloured, Reissue |
November 2nd, 2011 | Victor | VICP-65004 | CD | Reissue, Japan |
2012 | The End Records | TE286-2 | CD | Digipak, Reissue |
October 28th, 2014 | The End Records | TE286-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Reissue, Limited edition, Gatefold, Blue/white vinyl |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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April 22nd, 1996 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL6CD | CD | |
1996
(Unofficial) (titled "Vempire") |
Angel’s of Hell Records | 171 | Cassette | |
1996 | Mystic Production | 025 | Cassette | |
1998 (Unknown) | Nebiula Production | NP9839 | Cassette | |
1998 (Unofficial) | Спюрк | CDC9810100 | CD | |
July 1998 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL 6LP | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, 2 colors |
2000 | Somber Music | SM036 | CD | Brazil |
March 23rd, 2001 | Magnum Music | VICP-61326 | CD | |
March 23rd, 2001 | Victor | VICP-61326 | CD | |
May 2001 | YBM Seoul Records | SRCD-2755 | CD | |
2003 | Irond Records | IROND CD 03-417 | CD | |
2003 | Irond Records | IROND MC 03-274 | Cassette | |
2004 | Cacophonous Records | Nihil 6 PD | 12" vinyl | Picture disc, Reissue |
2011 | Back on Black | BOBV304LP | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Coloured, Reissue |
2012 | The End Records | TE285-2 | CD | Digipak, Reissue |
October 28th, 2014 | The End Records | TE285-1 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Coloured, Reissue |
2017 | The End Records | 538318091 | 12" vinyl | Limited edition, Picture disc, Reissue |
Unknown (Unofficial) | Limited Edition | NIHIL6 CD | CD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Luna | Succubi model |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 19th, 1996 | Music for Nations | CDMFN 208 | CD | |
1996 (Unofficial) | Angel’s of Hell Records | 248 | Cassette | |
1996 (Unofficial) | Global Music | Cassette | ||
1996 | Music for Nations | TMFN 208 | Cassette | |
1996 | Music for Nations | MFN 208 | 12" vinyl | |
1996 | Music for Nations | CDMFN 208 | CD | |
August 28th, 1996 | Music for Nations | CDMFNC 208 | CD | Limited edition, Coffin box |
August 28th, 1996 | Music for Nations | CDMFNX 208 / RTDGAS 211.9208.2 | CD | Limited edition, Digibook |
December 16th, 1996 | Pony Canyon | PCCY-01049 | CD | Japan |
1997 | Fierce Recordings | 11096-2 / 11096-2 / 11096-2 | CD | |
1997 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS 0403 | Cassette | |
1997 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS 0395 | Cassette | |
1997 (Unofficial) | Metal Records | 973 | Cassette | |
1997 (Unofficial) | [Russian pirate label] | S9734 | CD | |
August 1997 (Unofficial) | ООО "ДОРА" | JPCD9708495 | CD | |
February 1998 (Unofficial) | Moon Records | Cassette | ||
2000 (Unofficial) | Limited Edition | CD | ||
2001 | Koch Records | KOC-CD-8293 | CD | |
March 23rd, 2001 | Victor | VICP-61273 | CD | Japan |
2002
(Unofficial) (titled "Dusk and Her Embrace / Vempire or Dark Faerytales...") |
Agat Company | A-CF96 | CD | |
2002 (Unofficial) | [Russian pirate label] | EMY-Z-10 | CD | |
2003 | Vinyl Maniacs | VMLP-023 | 12" vinyl | Picture disc |
2006 | Sony BMG Music Entertainment | 82876 829052 / 82876 829052 | CD | Reissue |
January 22nd, 2007 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS CD 1003 DG | CD | Digipak, Reissue |
2010 | Peaceville Records | VILELP315 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
2012
(titled "Dusk..... and Her Embrace") |
The End Records | TE234-2 | CD | Reissue |
Unknown (Unofficial) | Спюрк | M-068 | CD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Dani | Vocals |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Eileen | Cover model |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 5th, 1998 | Music for Nations | CDMFN 242 | CD | |
May 5th, 1998 | Music for Nations | MFN 242 | 12" vinyl | |
1998 (Unofficial) | Angel’s of Hell Records | 514 | Cassette | |
1998 (Unofficial) | CD Club | ES 4636 | Cassette | |
1998 | Fierce Recordings | 11128-2 / 11128-2 | CD | |
1998 | Fierce Recordings | CDMFN 242 | CD | |
1998 | Mayhem Records | 11129-2 | 2CD | Extended edition |
1998 (Unofficial) | Megarock Records | CPD 032 | 12" vinyl | Picture disc, Limited edition |
1998 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS 0552 | Cassette | |
1998 (Unofficial) | Спюрк | M-CRADLE | CD | |
May 1998 (Unofficial) | Moon Records | Cassette | ||
May 4th, 1998 | Music for Nations | TMFN 242 | Cassette | |
May 20th, 1998 | Pony Canyon | PCCY-01244 | CD | Japan |
October 1998 | Music for Nations | CDMFNX 242 | CD | Celtic Cross Digipak Edition |
1999 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS 0690 | Cassette | Reissue |
July 2000 (Unofficial) | Moon Records | Cassette | ||
March 23rd, 2001 | Victor | VICP-61272 | CD | Japan |
2002
(Unofficial) (titled "Cruelty and the Beast / Total Fucking Darkness") |
Agat Company | A-CF98 | CD | |
2002 | Koch Records | KOC-CD-8292 | 2CD | Limited edition, Reissue |
2002 (Unofficial) | [Russian pirate label] | EMY-Z-7 | CD | |
2004 | Vinyl Maniacs | VMLP-024 | 12" vinyl | Picture disc |
2006 | Sony BMG Music Entertainment | 82876 829062 | CD | |
January 22nd, 2007 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS CD 1002 DG | CD | Digipak, Reissue |
January 13th, 2009 | Koch Records | KOCLP 4709 | 2 12" vinyls | 180g |
2010 | Peaceville Records | VILELP299 | 2 12" vinyls | 180g |
2012 | The End Records | TE235-2 | 2CD | Reissue |
October 30th, 2019
(titled "Cruelty and the Beast: Re-Mistressed") |
Music for Nations | SICP-6016 | CD | Japan, Remixed, Remastered |
November 1st, 2019
(titled "Cruelty and the Beast: Re-Mistressed") |
Music for Nations | 19075880882 | CD | Remixed, Remastered |
November 1st, 2019
(titled "Cruelty and the Beast: Re-Mistressed") |
Music for Nations | 19075880881 | 2 12" vinyls | Red vinyl, Remixed, Remastered, Gatefold |
November 1st, 2019
(titled "Cruelty and the Beast: Re-Mistressed") |
Music for Nations | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Test pressing, Black vinyl, Remixed, Remastered, | |
Unknown (Unofficial) | Limited Edition | CD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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58:47 |
Twisted Nails of Faith
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas Barker | Drums |
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1. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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2. | Twisting Further Nails (The Cruci-Fixion Mix) | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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12:20 |
PanDaemonAeon
Album versions
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1999 | Music for Nations | VFN 17 | VHS | PAL |
1999 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-34016-9 | DVD | PAL, NTSC |
1999 | Music for Nations | DVDMFN17 | DVD | Doubled Sided DVD |
2002
(Unofficial) (titled "PanDaemonAeon / Bonus CD") |
Agat Company | A-CF02-3 | CD | |
2006 | Sony Music | 82876 829049 | DVD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 5-8) |
Guest/Session | |
Dave Kunt | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
David Barnard | Director (tracks 4-7) |
Geoff Foulkes | Producer (tracks 4-7) |
Phil Burthem | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
Nico Rilla | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
John Fryer | Mixing (tracks 1, 2) |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Alex Chandon | Director (tracks 1, 2) |
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1. | Intro | 00:42 | instrumental |
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2. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Clean version) | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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3. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Per version) | 05:16 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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4. | The Un-making of... | 23:58 | |
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace (live) | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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6. | Beneath the Howling Stars (live) | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (live) | 07:09 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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8. | Malice Through the Looking Glass (live) | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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01:04:22 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Album versions
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October 30th, 1999 | Music for Nations | CDMFNM254 | CD | |
October 30th, 1999 | Music for Nations | CDMFNX254 | CD | Digipak |
1999
(Unofficial) (titled "From the Cradle to Enslave E.P.") |
Angel’s of Hell Records | 608 | Cassette | |
1999 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS 0765 | Cassette | |
1999 (Unofficial) | Спюрк | M - 151 | CD | |
1999 (Unofficial) | Спюрк | M - 151 | CD | |
February 23rd, 1999 | Music for Nations | VICP-60966 / VICP 60966 | CD | Japan |
December 14th, 1999 | Metal Blade Records | 3984-14301-2 | CD | |
February 2000
(Unofficial) (titled "From the Cradle to Enslave E.P.") |
Moon Records | Cassette | ||
2006 | Sony BMG Music Entertainment | 82876 829092 | CD | |
July 3rd, 2012 | The End Records | TE236-2 | CD | Reissue |
October 28th, 2016 | Music for Nations | 88875192501 | 12" vinyl |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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31:49 |
Her Ghost in the Fog / Dance Macabre
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J.K. Potter | Artwork |
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1. | Her Ghost in the Fog (edit) | 04:16 | |
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2. | Dance Macabre (Saffron’s Curse remix) | 04:53 | |
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09:09 |
Midian
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 30th, 2000 | Music for Nations | CDMFN666 | CD | |
October 30th, 2000 | Music for Nations | MFN 666 | 2 12" vinyls | |
2000 (Unofficial) | Angel’s of Hell Records | 609 | Cassette | |
2000 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS 0812 | Cassette | |
2000 | Music for Nations | CDMFN666 | CD | Enhanced |
2000 (Unofficial) | [Russian pirate label] | PLE 18102000-12 | CD | |
2000 (Unofficial) | [Russian pirate label] | ALEX 1025 | CD | |
2000 (Unofficial) | [Russian pirate label] | ND-748 | CD | |
July 2000 (Unofficial) | Moon Records | Cassette | ||
October 31st, 2000 | Koch Records | KOC-CD-8219 / KOC-CD-8219 | CD | |
November 22nd, 2000 | Victor | VICP-61185 | CD | Japan |
2001 (Unofficial) | Invisible Halahup | HH MC-113/31 | Cassette | |
2001 (Unofficial) | Limited Edition | CDMFN666 | CD | |
2001 (Unofficial) | Mosh Records | Cassette | ||
2001 | Music for Nations | CDMFN 277 | CD | Digibook, Enhanced |
April 9th, 2001 | Music for Nations | CDMFN 666 | CD | Australian Tour Edition |
2002
(Unofficial) (titled "Midian / Sodomizing the Virgin Vamps") |
Agat Company | A-CF00 | CD | |
2002 (Unofficial) | [Russian pirate label] | EMY-Z-8 | CD | |
2004 | Vinyl Maniacs | VMLP 025 | 12" vinyl | Picture disc |
2006 | Sony BMG Music Entertainment | 82876829082 | CD | |
January 22nd, 2007 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS CD 1001 DG | CD | Digipak, Reissue |
2011 | Peaceville Records | VILELP334 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Reissue |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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58:59 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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June 18th, 2001 | AbraCadaver | COF001LP | 12" vinyl | |
June 18th, 2001 | Peaceville Records | VILELP600 | 12" vinyl | |
June 18th, 2001 | Spitfire Records | SPT-15207-2 | CD | |
2001 | AbraCadaver | COF001CD | CD | Enhanced, Special edition |
2001 | Fono Ltd. | FO71CD | CD | |
2001 | Fono Ltd. | FO71MC | Cassette | |
2001 | Mystic Production | MYST 274 | Cassette | |
2001 (Unofficial) | Rock Gallery | RG 0473 | Cassette | |
2001 | Sum Records | 2206-2 | CD | |
July 4th, 2001 | Victor | VICP-61431 | CD | Japan |
February 23rd, 2004 | Snapper Classics | SDPCD143 | CD | Digipak |
February 24th, 2004 | Peaceville Records | CDVILED153 / CDVILED153 | CD | Digipak, Enhanced, Reissue |
February 20th, 2007 | Armoury Records | ARM-25014-2 | CD | |
2008 (Unknown) | Icarus Music | ICARUS 424 | CD | |
2018 | Peaceville Records | CDVILED758 | CD | Reissue |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Heavy Left-Handed and Candid
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 25th, 2001 | AbraCadaver | COF002DVD | DVD | |
November 25th, 2001 | AbraCadaver | COF004DVD | DVD | NTSC |
November 25th, 2001 | AbraCadaver | COF003VHS | VHS | PAL |
2007 | Peaceville Records | DVDVILE8 | DVD | NTSC |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Powell | Keyboards |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Allender | DVD interface |
J.K. Potter | Artwork, Illustrations |
John Coulthart | Design |
Steve Graham | Direction, Editing |
Fin Costello | Photography |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Doug Cook | Mixing (live sound) |
Dave Nutbrown | Engineering (live sound) |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Lord Abortion | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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2. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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3. | Forest Whispers My Name | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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4. | Cthulu Dawn | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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No Time to Cry
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1. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | |
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2. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | |
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3. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:38 | instrumental |
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Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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May 13th, 2002 | Music for Nations | CDMFN285 | 2CD | Slipcase + Poster |
2002 (Unofficial) | Agat Company | A-CF02 | 2CD | |
2002 | Jive | 50165831285-2 | 2CD | |
2002 | Koch Records | KOC-CD-8412 | 2CD | |
2002 | Metal Mind Productions | MASS 0889 | 2 cassettes | |
May 29th, 2002 | Victor | VICP-61867 | 2CD | Japan |
2006 | Sony Music | 82876829072 | 2CD | |
2012 | The End Records | TE239-2 | 2CD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Paul Allender | Guitars (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 13 (disc 2)) |
Was Sarginson | Drums (track 7 (disc 1)) |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (tracks 2, 5, 9 (disc 1), 7, 12 (disc 2)) |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (tracks 2, 3, 5-7, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7-13 (disc 2)) |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (tracks 1-11 (disc 1), 1-9, 11-13 (disc 2)) |
Lecter | Keyboards (tracks 3, 6, 7, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 8-10, 13 (disc 2)) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 9-11 (disc 2)) |
Martin Foul | Keyboards (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Damien Gregori | Liner notes |
Count Filth | Liner notes |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
Salvatore | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Beuchet | Photography |
Mandy W | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Mike Exeter | Mixing |
Mark Harwood | Mixing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:08 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall, lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper, drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I Found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor. A kindred spirit in a graveyard, beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast. Like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed heaven, and in its vulgar sight, two figures writhe, but one silhouette, extends its fingers to the light. Gothic towers tottered on my heels, as I fled asylum grounds. Committing hard crimes to soft cells, where now another’s screams resound. From the gaspings in her passing, six feet under or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight, in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia. Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate, to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure, at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch, out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch her stitches itch, for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise! And is the first to discern, that this angel’s return, is a vengeful call on grace. For even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts, a leap of twisted fate betrayed. The scars will last until the stars, caught in her train bewitched. Fall into line and yield the sign, that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind, comes an underdog day sunrise. Rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame, I gazed out, tapped into the fog and shared her pain. When in her mind she sought his leave, and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor, of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore: We’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft, of concern save for the aeons left, o lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power, and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for, the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy, and mine desire’s wish, to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent, as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic, hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies, her temple to what God forbids. |
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9. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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10. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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11. | Lord Abortion | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, aah, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:46 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | For Those Who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) (Sabbat cover) | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears Religious persecution for the past three hundred years Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Amor e Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm II | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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9. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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10. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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11. | Dance Macabre | 04:27 | instrumental |
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12. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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13. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. |
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01:12:58 |
Live Bait for the Dead
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 19th, 2002 | AbraCadaver | COF006DD | 2CD | Limited edition, Slipcase, Enhanced |
2002 | AbraCadaver | CDVILED156 | 2CD | Enhanced |
2002 | AbraCadaver | CDVILED156 | 2CD | Slipcase, Enhanced |
2002 (Unofficial) | Agat Company | A-CFL | 2CD | |
2004 | Snapper Music | SMDCD468 / COF006DD | 2CD | Slipcase, Enhanced |
October 2006 | Peaceville Records | CDVILED156 | 2CD | Reissue, Enhanced |
May 5th, 2007
(titled "Eleven Burial Masses") |
Peaceville Records | CDVILEF180X | CD + DVD | Limited edition, Digipak |
2008 | Icarus Music | ICARUS 425 | 2CD | Enhanced |
2008
(titled "Eleven Burial Masses") |
Icarus Music | ICARUS 426 | CD + DVD | |
2016
(titled "Eleven Burial Masses") |
Peaceville Records | VILELP601 | 2 12" vinyls | Gatefold |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:37 | instrumental |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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44:50 |
Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness)
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin Powell | Keyboards, Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer |
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1. | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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2. | Serpent Tongue | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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10:48 |
Damnation and a Day
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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March 10th, 2003 | Epic Records | 510963 2 | CD | |
2003 | AbraCadaver | 510963 4 | Cassette | |
2003 | Epic Records | EPC 5109631 | 2 12" vinyls | |
2003 | Epic Records | EPC 5109631 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Red vinyl |
2003 | Epic Records | EK71423 | CD | |
March 5th, 2003 | Epic Records | EICP 197 | CD | Japan |
October 1st, 2012 | Music on Vinyl | MOVLP599 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Yellow/black vinyl |
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars (additional) |
David Pubis | Bass |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Dave McEwen (R.I.P. 2005) | Vocals (narration) (on all "intro" tracks, except tracks 9, 13) |
Madame Slam | "Fellation" |
The Budapest Film Orchestra and Choir | Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
László Zádori | Conductor |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral Mixing, Orchestral Arrangements |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Mixing |
Steve Regina | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | A Bruise upon the Silent Moon | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
"And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep..." |
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2. | The Promise of Fever | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life’s blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards. |
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3. | Hurt and Virtue | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers, ’neath stars that marred descending skies. From the cusp of midnight mountains, wending as a mist. Rebels truced with feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising his hellraising through the sparse and marble clime. Where virtue bathed, their ravings made her fountains flood with wine. Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs. She drifted from the path, she was surely set upon. Courting chaos, prized in the sight of the covering angel. Taught in ways of smothering another lover, other than God! Worshipped in each other’s arms like spider eidolons. The moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on! And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run, on soft white throats and punctured moans! Though fated now than later, by his tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future he had seen. Of Michael, psyched with jealousies, A reich right by his side. And worming man about to be, the apple of his eye! His children lost to free will, and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night ’twixt vice and virtue, when her kiss became a scar. Seraph enemies, why has my lord forsaken my judgment? Am I not free as he to indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips, these words were slathered. Split with the whips of their witch hunt gathered! He sought her grave, midst drowning crowds that howled in rage: Blasphemer! Blasphemer! Though she was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng. But ghosted back where she belong. A grace embracing Michael, in a lace of tears that bleared his pride. He swallowed, blood followed, though with spit for all things divine. Though with spit for all things so fucking blind! His seal he tore and to the floor, he threw this tie to Heaven, signifying holy war! And watchful of this sign, a thousand flames, unauthorised! Left celestial posts to coalesce and unified. Return their fallen leader, as he turned one final time. And threw a glance like a downward lance, that stung like guilt in every mind! Stung like guilt in every... |
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4. | An Enemy Led the Tempest | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
As pride precedes the downfall, so he took his place before the firewall. Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one, was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung. Between forgiveness and the damage done! An electric scent over drear decay, lent a violent surge to their serenades. Through white glades as his winged parade, bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors. Within vast skies unversed in starkness, his might grew and blew light hues to grey. And worse, a third of stars to darkness! Then thunder seethed, And wreathed in thickening night. A line was drawn midst wrong and right, and across the throats of thieves. As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven’s farthest shore. Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war. He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. Enraged, he raved in balrog howls, upon a storm firstborn of sin. Incensed anew, rebellious tore, like frenzied beasts of prey through temple doors. Thrown east before the midnight masses. And where once bliss reigned so serene, in sweeter glades now veins ran openly, like eyes that shed from kindred ashes. When suddenly, There shone a hideous light. And a voice like three insanities, soared up in thistled speech. "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none, and for this grave mistake, how thou art fallen morning sun, the proud will be abased." He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. And lo, the wrath of God swept down. "Thou art no more an angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred. And thou shalt suffer my burning will..." Quoth this raven: "Nevermore". Never fucking more! And with these words like heavy stone, cast against that gilded throne. With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee! His eyes a picture of distaste, drawn to tears and in their place, the dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity. I wept for him a deep red river, that ran like blood through scarred ravines. To sluice away the guilt that slithered, like a serpent tongue to Eve. For once as I, in heaven climbed, too high for truth to truly see. My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie: The fool was me! Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond the dark gates with no way back! His crown of gold faded to black, like a bruise upon the heart that lingers. With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths, of rope to hang high, ten commandments by, snaked about his upraised fingers. |
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5. | Damned in Any Language (A Plague on Words) | 01:57 | Show lyrics |
"And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. And the Great Dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world, he was cast out into the Earth and his angels were cast out with him." (Revelations 12:7-9) |
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6. | Better to Reign in Hell | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
Better to reign in hell! Better to reign in hell! Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain, in dark lowland that set bad blood in veins. Burning like penal fires roused to strain, the jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses. The golden dawn lay lost to mist, where emboldened thorns, made their bed with toppled stones. He closed his eyes, sunken to dream there, of crow-black skies and a great white empty throne. Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions. He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry, and drifted back to when his stung its target. The sneer of Michael on a glorious high, of angel dust and virtue by his side. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, that downfall seemed like yesterday. Though blurred moons passed, as enemies in high places laughed. Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines. He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time. Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines. The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine. She came to him! A little whip of tantrums, thrashed on velvet skins, that lines her wishbone henge. Her name was Sin! A warming spurt of mantras, splashed on occult tongues, that whispered sweet revenge. For the shame of their crawl from grace, cold and hollow as the grave. And for a rape and ruinous scourge, spared for souls that shared God’s worship. For now their throats coated notes with dirge, that poured from parapets to the pits below. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, a wretched scream like yesterday. Died at last, with the rising of the revenant dark. All sharpened claws and blunt discharge! "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord, tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes, of Virtue slipping into bondage masks. Better to reign in Hell! Freewill made me better to reign in hell!" And with new wings, unfurled and spoken, he took to things that would desecrate the world. The seduction of both, woman and man, for a bastard masterplan. Better to reign in hell! Drowning out the past! Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays, beneath the stars that staggered from the blast! |
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7. | Serpent Tongue | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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8. | Carrion | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Lurking in the shade of dark and fragrant trees. Shirking from the rage that tore the Heavens free. A vagrant angel, his with span to see, the garden swell with terrors to banish man and Eve! Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! Full-blooded, breasted! Nerve ends tested to behests of pain. A sombre lot to gain! A storm slid in, borne by carnal winds. The upper ether thinned, and therein sat Abomination! Satan seated there, savouring the reek of desolation. Their dank despair, moved his speech to leech the air! "Behold, the golden door to paradise is lost. So praise me as you raised your Lord, and I shall thaw this gnawing frost." Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! And destined for a spiteful fate, wherein evil sought the shamed, as pawns in greater stakes. Across this cosmic game, to win the hand of darkness, and set her in her rightful place! "Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground, for out of it was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genesis 3:17-19) With that the pact was sealed, and as creation reeled, bewitched oration filled, the hearts of all who came to crawl, upon these earthen fields. A sombre lot to till! A wracked black acid song, spat from the massive throng, of seraph knelt along, the deep red welt to domination. The deep red welt to domination... |
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9. | The Mordant Liquor of Tears | 02:35 | instrumental |
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10. | Presents from the Poison-Hearted | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia, heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow, before my coronation and vocal aspirations, to rule this fool creation, fallen ’neath me now. I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ. Were scarred from afar under starry lustre, sighting my recitals on the rites of vice. Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the glittering mask of pride, saving face, finding thorns to pierce his side! Desire the fire, spread Hell throughout my soul. And higher the wire, the more I sought control. Straining from the leash in exultation, head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs. The global scent of fornication, a writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues. I whispered schemes to dreamers then, to pursue an Eden that screamed of me supreme again! As my world bloomed, so too the moon. Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel and Jared blew! Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the slippery guise of lies, saving face, making waves to drown their faith. Messiahs, Pariahs! Aeons reversed the two! This higher, their spires, The more cursed grew their roots and suffering. I swept cruel seas, on the galley of the shadow of Death. A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon. A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on, the coast of Menses. Discharged from celestial wombs, a first degree murder of ravens. Followed in fugue through the crack of doom. The goat of Mendes! I set regime, in the galley of the shadow of Death. Angels in raiments, as pure as coal, taking their payments in tortured mortal souls. A bold direction, the abyss edge, but on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless. As they preyed the paths of the righteous, through the myth of thistled orchard floors. Bearing gifts of plenitude, for the apples of the Lord were rotten to the core. Temptation, my ambassador! Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero! All begged of me for more! Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven I could not see. Beyond my wildest fantasies! Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded whose who played to win. Skin for precious skin, and that that wormed within. Staining the reams of revelation, etching ever-afters in accursed verse. The limpid rags of resurrection, from papal parapets were to dirt dispersed. Desire, the flyers, spread Hell throughout their souls. And higher the fire, the more I held control! |
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11. | Doberman Pharaoh, or Destiny Wore a Bondage Mask | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
To and fro, through freeze and thaws, from zenith to nadir! The universal tug of war, saw lines drawn in the sand appear. Divisions for a promised land, and Hell for those that dwelt, beneath a Pharaoh’s granite hand, where death wed something else. Millennia swam passed, since the covened Ark, ran aground on Ararat! But anew, tempered shadows grew, out of Midian’s strewing fear. Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms, led a desert son to sear. From the palace orchard I espied, where swooning trees and moonbeams vied. For the painted eye of the royal bride, whose gliding curves were deified. Beyond her grace where love would die, wretched destiny arrive! Back and forth the prophet came, riddled with a tongue of plagues. That would render mighty Egypt lame, if the rage of God stayed unassuaged. I listened with a heavy heart, but unyielded to the threats. This Hebrew in a jackal’s mask, would dredge into effect. Thenceforth the Nile reddened, as if Set stretched his hand to beset the damned! And bruised with flies, the skies grew leadened. But these miracles, feared, were all but reared, By nature, whose law alone stood that revered. Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark, of Yahveh burned on in the dark! One final time, on the steps to the shrine of Thoth, I twined with fate! Let my people go, still my word is "no". Then Death shall be the deciding plague. Since the crimes divine I left behind, I’d warred with every tribe that plied, in holy vestment, but with time. Bored sore of clawing what was mine. I laid my bones and made my throne, with a view to paradise. Thenceforth the heavens deafened, as if great beasts were unleashed to feast on man. And with carrion span Michael was weaponed, to descend with scorn, a dark reform, through Pi-Ramses skinning mine and her firstborn! Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark, of Yahveh bleeding in the dark! With nauseous dawn, a cry forlorn! Unified from plazas deep. The prophet’s curse, far worse had worked, to wrest the war in me from sleep. Drowned in night, a downward light, bathed the snaking exodus. Through the wilderness, as the aeons crept, impressed with fresh bloodlust. |
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12. | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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13. | A Scarlet Witch Lit the Season | 01:33 | instrumental |
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14. | Mannequin | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat. Using them all, like the paralyzing snake. Charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I cannot remember, how it was that we first met. Curve of moon and haunted shore, the stars were not those Heaven sent. Did we come together at masked palatial balls, in silks and flesh and leather or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle, the eerie song of wolves, and eyes that danced with fire as they have forever more. Our rites of sin, have long fathered a hymn. To burden him whom by slip of after whim. At Genesis, dressed her like the wind! In Autumn gowns that pinned her down, to be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! Always poised on winter, but never would she break. My lovecraft and black witch heart, that pounded in her wake. We kissed on distant balconies, a law unto her own. Thirteenth dark commandment of figures pressed to stone. Turning cream with fantasies that God alone would know. We graced the Vomitorium with the sweet excess of Rome. Flagrant in the past! Our names were deeply carved, on the tree of life in long dead languages. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I tongued the nuns at Louviers, but not one word possessed. Her divine right, an archetype, for mortal Goddesses! |
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15. | Thank God for the Suffering | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
I still recall the first fullmoon of May, beneath whose rays we lay together. And those bright nights on glassy waves, when we would glide lightly away from the grain, for wicked flights of pleasure. Those visions fade like ghosts to life’s parade. Though incisions once made her so vivid. A scarlet whore with both heels in the door, of a Heaven severed from me, insipid. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, but for the rapture. That ancient plan for my defeat, denied faith skies that would have set her free. It seems again dreams wend to capture. Once dancing in a spotlit waltz through a shadowed dimension. Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes. The world drifted by in lost momentum. With no divine intervention! Regardless that the author of sin was me and I. Lay chaste of hate in faith’s embrace, as mortals warred with more besides. They warred with life itself! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn for her return, I would make my peace with everything. I still recall, the first fullmoon of May, consigned to flames like secret letters. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, were we not parted. Her splintered loss rekindles rage, the winter frost dwindles across my stage. Lit up once more to score finales started. Love would have conquered all! Love would have conquered hate! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! |
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16. | The Smoke of Her Burning | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Earth and sea cower from my screams, as I climb into the skies. Atop sins towered heaven-high for me, from whence I see no reason why. I should not smite with vengeance, and hurl thieves down from paradise. For storms before were as nothing more, than a breeze next to this night. I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. A riot of stars shaken from their stations. The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning. Six vices become wrath! And though half-blind with ravening, like Phineus now I see. The end declared from the beginning, love won through my defeat. But now I fear I will never peer, on her radiance again. I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red of faces pressed to bloodstained panes. Betrayed and played by God, who alone but he scpaegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on his parade! Angels, clawed, with burnished wings. Still loyal, kiss the seal. Bent on knees and harrowing, promise overkill. Know that you shall die like whores, and the cries of your writhings shall rise, to pleased their Lord. So before the sword, side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. The spoken horns of desolation. Drink the pouring of my fury, those darkened waters spur. The brink of war as judge and jury, and rapist executioner! Our time is short, the horsemen ride. A foul-breathed chora howls, besides. Damnation and a day has passed, this divine right to genocide. Weld the gates to heaven shut, the abyss leers in hissing ruts. Unhilt the black grimoire of Death, inscribe all names that God has left. I lived the dream of nymph and men, but now the nightmares come again. Now the nightmares come again! |
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17. | End of Daze | 01:24 | Show lyrics |
"And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep." |
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Mannequin
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin Powell | Keyboards, Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
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Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer |
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1. | The Promise of Fever | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life’s blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards. |
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2. | Mannequin (full version) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat. Using them all, like the paralyzing snake. Charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I cannot remember, how it was that we first met. Curve of moon and haunted shore, the stars were not those Heaven sent. Did we come together at masked palatial balls, in silks and flesh and leather or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle, the eerie song of wolves, and eyes that danced with fire as they have forever more. Our rites of sin, have long fathered a hymn. To burden him whom by slip of after whim. At Genesis, dressed her like the wind! In Autumn gowns that pinned her down, to be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! Always poised on winter, but never would she break. My lovecraft and black witch heart, that pounded in her wake. We kissed on distant balconies, a law unto her own. Thirteenth dark commandment of figures pressed to stone. Turning cream with fantasies that God alone would know. We graced the Vomitorium with the sweet excess of Rome. Flagrant in the past! Our names were deeply carved, on the tree of life in long dead languages. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I tongued the nuns at Louviers, but not one word possessed. Her divine right, an archetype, for mortal Goddesses! |
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3. | Babalon A.D. | 05:57 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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4. | Serpent Tongue (Animation) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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Cradle of Filth
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars |
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Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 3) |
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1. | Gilded Cunt | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil, to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind. In place of Eve, a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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2. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away. We are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist, we lay in welcome by the western gate. With the five fold kiss, for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss, where nature’s travesties congregate. With a stone cold wish, to see the wicker man burning. The wind, she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts. Wreathed in dreams, as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe, enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast, ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth. Widdershins, death begins, to fashion fete to gallow scenes: Spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist, we lay in welcome by the western gate. With the five fold kiss, for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss, where nature’s travesties congregate. With a stone cold wish, to see the wicker man burning. The wind, she flitters through the forest of our hearts. Wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe, enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair. Plot your face, then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair. Tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars. Grieve, just to be uncharted on this eve. When part of me chars a path, through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities. Sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency. Seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault. We who kept the candle on the cult. |
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3. | Nymphetamine | 05:04 | Show lyrics |
Lead to the river, midsummer I waved. A "V" of black swans, on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you, appear like a thorn for the holy ones. Cold was my soul, untold was the pain. I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never, enchained, would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. Bared on your tomb, I’m a prayer for your loneliness. And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time, from the binds of your lowliness. I could always find the right slot for your sacred key. Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart, that barless prison. Discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter, Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition. This lust, this vampyric addiction. To her alone in full submission. None better, Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, nymphetamine. Nymphetamine girl! Nymphetamine, nymphetamine. My nymphetamine girl! Wracked with your charm, I am circled like prey. Back in the forest, where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway. And dance her to the moon, as we did in those golden days. Christening stars, I remember the way. We were needle and spoon. mislaid in the burning hay. Bared on your tomb, I’m a prayer for your loneliness. And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time, from the binds of your holiness. I could always find the right slot for your sacred key. Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart, that barless prison. Discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter, Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition. This lust, this vampyric addiction. To her alone in full submission. None better, Nymphetamine! Sunsetter, Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine! None better, Nymphetamine! |
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Nymphetamine
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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September 28th, 2004 | Roadrunner Records | RR 8282-2 / RR 8282-2 | CD | |
September 28th, 2004 | Sum Records | 2170-2 | CD | |
2004 | Moon Records | MR-897-2 | CD | |
2004 | Roadrunner Records | VC0501 | 2 12" vinyls | |
2004 | Roadrunner Records | M - 318100-4 | Cassette | |
2004 | Universal Music Russia | 2600776 | CD | |
2004 (Unofficial) | Бумеранг | Z-52 | CD | |
2004 (Unofficial) | Парад | PARAD-71 | CD | |
September 22nd, 2004 | Roadrunner Records Japan | RRCY-21226 | CD | Japan |
2005 | Roadrunner Records | RR 8282-5 | 2CD | Digipak, Special edition, Enhanced |
2005 (Unofficial) | Бумеранг | Z-52 | 2CD | |
November 2nd, 2007 | Cargo Records Germany | RRCAR 8282-1 | 2 12" vinyls | 180g Gold Vinyl |
Unknown (Unofficial) | Independent | BR0158 | CD | Slipcase |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
Will Bartle | Engineering, Editing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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01:15:39 |
Devil Woman
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin Powell | Keyboards, Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
King Diamond | Vocals |
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1. | Devil Woman (Cliff Richard Cover) | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
I’ve had nothing but bad luck Since the day I saw the cat at my door So I came into you sweet lady Answering your mystical call Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes And I knew it was a spell she cast She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you from behind Give me the ring on your finger Let me see the lines on your hand I can see me a tall dark stranger Giving you what you hadn’t planned I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked into those big green eyes And I wondered what I’d come there for She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you from behind If you’re out on a moonlit night Be careful of them neighbourhood strays Of a lady with long black hair Tryin’ to win you with her feminine ways Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes You’d better get out of there fast She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you... |
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03:38 |
Peace Through Superior Firepower
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 22nd, 2005 | Roadrunner Records | DVD 0940-9 | DVD | |
November 22nd, 2005 | Roadrunner Records | 168 610 940-9 | DVD | |
2005 (Unofficial) | Independent | BB-M77282 | DVD |
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Martin Foul | Keyboards |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Charles Hedger | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dana Howard Nelson | Editing |
Steve Graham | Director |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design, Illustrations |
Dan Turner | Concert sound, Mixing |
Paul Allender | Director, Editing, Animation, Authoring |
Thomas Mignone | Director |
Dani Filth | Director, Editing |
Daniel Jacobs | Director |
Alex Chandon | Director |
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1. | Gilded Cunt | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind In place of eve a bitter parody hails Daggers from the swagger Of a sodomite’s concubine Bine (Bine) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave My preference leans to killing you quickly Scissored in the gizzard That a heart no more maintains But I am tied To the labyrinth and the beast The one-way track of eyes Black and grey like panzers Loose your shell Shoot the mouth The gates of hell Have often dropped their jaws about Satan’s agents were perversion to bear Side to side with their diversions You use to guide my fingers there Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Nothing is above you save a boreal light That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice And below you, will I see you tonight Glower from your tower Built of ivory and spite? For I am torn Between the sheets that keep me borne And the teeth of a storm They reap then rape my stanzas Click your heels Three times six The stars are fixed May I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue Nor did heaven ever weather The crosses that you came upon Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole |
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2. | Nemisis | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night The empowering wind that draws breath from despite Roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight Choirs ignite A swansong for Leda Deathknells for Troy Tragedy blooms from one act I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter’s eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight So strike up the skies The diction of thunder God-given rites No fiction can deafen the fact I am nemesis Cowled in the utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world The is no compromise No piped lament To stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I paralysed Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis Nemesis Tonight is the night The city sweats fever, the filth in her womb Shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom Restless inside Her split underbelly Suitored with flies Martial bowels now contract I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter’s eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight Never again Our enemies entertained I toy at the clasp of her chain And remember the fight Cowled in utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world There is no compromise No piped lament to stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I Palestined Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis |
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3. | Mannequin | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore. Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gowns That pinned Her down To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses... |
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4. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) When my secrets are buried in thine (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) To plot the new age’s decline (Come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me And help me seize My future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows, What dreams hast thou to show? Who treads the silent meadows, To worship thee below?" [Traditional] |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:39 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil’s whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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7. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens to A slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus On a maledict blanket of stars She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her death row I was hooked on her disease Highly strung like Cupid’s bow Whose arrows hungered meat And the blinding flare of passion In the shade of narrow streets Where their poison never rationed All the tips they left in me Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine) None better Nymphetamine Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide |
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8. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart. Don’t despair me. Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts, after dark..." Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death’s poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I’ve prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to darker sides. A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian... Haunted by this portent, This obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below, Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance, Marble wings spread to the skies. A vale of dreams that it would seem, The daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall, As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all. Forbidden Midian, A long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin... You rival Heaven Above Heaven’s tragic wreck (Though the only Angels in repose Were those with ivy strangled necks) Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault. Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists, From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold. The searing Sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, The Tribes of Christ will not forgive - And shall not suffer their kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, Baring each a face effaced, And raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, A Vatican lying in state, For the sanctity of sin... To rival Heaven Free of Heaven’s tragic wreck (Though the only Angels that arose Were those who fell to most requests) Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists. Whilst I watched without revolt, Carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf, Bared fangs met in intercourse. A nightly rite of teeth and cunt, For those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on Me for days, And in laudenum’s haze I painted them all... The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins The raven winged and missing limb Suicides and split thighed Seraphim. And marble stairs Stargrazers dare Ascend like prayer (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares) Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death’s poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I’ve prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to other sides. A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian... I know I’ve seen Through the black backed mirrors in sanity: Lucent prides amassed in last retreat, Prurient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from Me. And just like grim ascension prophecies, My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads, Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams. When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me... ... Please come for me... Exhuming the moon, Through the bars in My room. The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, No Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, And dead men from crosses, My fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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9. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again When the moon is full We shall assemble to adore The potent spirit of your Queen, My mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Then my mother will Teach her, in truth All things as yet unknown I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest "Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with leaves, she stands, Who gathers all things mortal, With cold immortal hands, Her languid lips are sweeter, Than love’s who fears to greet her, To men that mix and meet her, From many times and lands." |
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10. | The Promise of Fever | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life’s blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards |
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11. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess’ own came deformed A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet Her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed... Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In Her Her walk went to voodoo To see Her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards She abhored Not Her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord "I must avert mine eyes to hymns For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With Him undead for three long nights" Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to Her door Tombed Her soul with such stone For She swore the Priest sighed When She knelt down to atone... She feared the light So when She fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When Her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths ’Pon the grave of Her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation The She kissed the Devil’s phallus By Her own decree... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between Her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the Sorceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite’s grasp To the forest’s vulva Where the witch scholared Her In even darker themes "Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again" And under lacerations of dawn She returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as She rode Through mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally... |
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12. | Mother of Abominations | 07:35 | Show lyrics |
[chant:] "Ia, ia, Cthulhu fhtagn." [From the Cthulhu Mythos by author H.P. Lovecraft] Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heaven’s above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heaven’s above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls |
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13. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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15. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But oh, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty As We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed the cold mirrors A Queen of Snows Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when... The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me for I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch Their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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16. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too But it’s... [CHORUS] (No no no) No time for heartache (No no no) No time to run and hide (No no no) No time for breaking down (No no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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17. | Babylon A.D. | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity Or pretty litanies from the Lord So the plot sickened With the coming of days Ill millennia thickened With the claret I sprayed And though they saw red I left a dirty white stain A splintered knot in the grain On Eden’s marital aid So glad for the madness So glad for the madness I walked the walls naked to the moon In Sodom and Babylon And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican I led a sordid Borgia on I read the Urilia text So that mortals wormed As livebait for the dead And as I broke hope, I choked Another Pope with manna peel Dictating to DeSade In the dark entrails of the Bastille And as He wrote, I smote A royal blow to the heads of France And in the sheen of guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in a shawl A razor’s edge to the rule That the stars overall Were never destined to last So glad for the madness I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep Turning sermons with the smell On Witchfinder fingers Where bad memories lingered Burning, as when Dante Was freed to map Hell I sired schemes and the means To catch sight of the seams And the vagaries inbetween... And midst the lips and the curls Of this cunt of a world In glimpses I would see A nymph with eyes for me Eyes of fire that set all life aflame Lights that surpassed art In sight, that no intense device of pain Could prise their secrets from my heart I knew not Her name Though her kiss was the same Without a whisper of shame As either Virtue or Sin’s And pressed to Her Curve I felt my destiny swerve From damnation reserved To a permanent grin... So glad for the madness |
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18. | Mannequin | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore. Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gowns That pinned Her down To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses... |
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19. | The Promise of Fever | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life’s blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards |
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20. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens to A slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus On a maledict blanket of stars She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her death row I was hooked on her disease Highly strung like Cupid’s bow Whose arrows hungered meat And the blinding flare of passion In the shade of narrow streets Where their poison never rationed All the tips they left in me Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine) None better Nymphetamine Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide |
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Thornography
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 17th, 2006 | Roadrunner Records | 168 618 113-2 | CD | |
August 17th, 2006 | Roadrunner Records | RR 8113-2 / RR 8113-2 | CD | |
2006 | Irond Records | IROND CD 2600953 | CD | |
2006 | Scarecrow Records | SC06297-0 / SC06297-0 | CD | |
2006 | Scarecrow Records | SC06292 | CD | Digipak |
October 11th, 2006 | Roadrunner Records Japan | RRCY-21265 | CD | Japan |
October 13th, 2006 | Cargo Records Germany | RRCAR 8113-1 | 2 12" vinyls | |
October 13th, 2006 | Roadrunner Records | RR 8113-2 | CD | Limited edition, First Day Cover |
December 2006 | Black Metal Attack Records | BMA033 | CD | Slipcase |
2008 | Scarecrow Records | SC06297-20 / SC06297-20 | DVD + CD | Deluxe edition |
February 1st, 2008
(titled "Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography Deluxe") |
Roadrunner Records | RR 8113-8 | DVD + CD | Deluxe edition |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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01:04:35 |
Thornographic
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Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 4) |
Charles Hedger | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (female) (track 1) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums, Vocals (backing) (track 4) |
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1. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer I’ve tried to understand That certain feeling Carved by another’s hand But it’s too late to hesitate We can’t keep on living like this Leave no track Don’t look back (chorus) All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation Adorable creatures Temptation With unacceptable features Temptation Trouble is coming Temptation It’s just the high cost of loving Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you’d better believe it You’ve got to make me an offer That cannot be ignored So let’s head for home now Everything I have is yours Step by step and day by day Every second counts I can’t break away Leave no trace Hide your face All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you’d better believe it Step by step Day by day Every second counts I can’t break away Keep us from temptation (x3) Lead us not in temptation All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation Adorable creatures Temptation With unacceptable features Temptation Trouble is coming Temptation It’s just the high cost of loving Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you’d better believe it You’ve got to make me an offer That cannot be ignored So let’s head for home now Everything I have is yours Step by step and day by day Every second counts I can’t break away Leave no trace Hide your face Trying to find it Temptation You’ve got to get up behind it Put your dime in the hot slot Temptation But it’s a million to one shot Temptation you think that you’re right Temptation Your gonna face it tonite now Temptation Give me a breakdown Because it’s time for a shakedown Temptation (x10) Trying to find it get up behind it dime in the hot slot million to one shot think that you’re right Your gonna face it tonite now Give me a breakdown it’s time for a shakedown |
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2. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
When contrary winds blow across the sands Their murmurs can be easily swayed But when storms quicken one cannot placate The howling of their murderous rages Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand Beside our waiting graves As war roars about our precious land Seeking cause to subjugate Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames There is no fanaticism as virile as faith To the blind his words are clear ’Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel! Assure your place in paradise here’ Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand Beside her tiny grave I will avenge her, do or damned Her sacred mother did the same I went to see her dance one day In a play by a wailing wall Now she is gone But the song lives on Zealous and maniacal The Eastern sword must fall Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames |
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3. | Dirge Inferno | 04:54 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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4. | Halloween 2 (Misfits cover) | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
Formulae ueteres exorsismorum et excommunicationum Strigas et fictos lupos credere Daemon pellem lupinam In trunco quodam cauae Arboris occultandum Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween Metamorphoses lycanthropie Possunt inquam Metamorphoses lycanthropie Possunt inquam Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween Halloween, Halloween, Halloween, Halloween |
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Limited Edition 4 CD Slipcase
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1. | Cruelty and the Beast | 58:53 | Hide disc notes |
Tracklist: 1 Once Upon Atrocity 1:43 2 Thirteen Autumns and a Widow 7:14 3 Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids 7:18 4 Beneath the Howling Stars 7:42 5 Venus in Fear 2:20 6 Desire in Violent Overture 4:16 7 The Twisted Nails of Faith 6:50 8 Bathory Aria (11:02) 9 Portrait of the Dead Countess 2:52 10 Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) 7:30 |
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2. | Cruelty and the Beast | 28:57 | Hide disc notes |
Tracklist: 1 Lustmord And Wargasm (The Relicking Of Cadaverous Wounds) 7:58 2 Black Metal 3:27 3 Hallowed Bе Thy Name 7:04 4 Sodomy And Lust 4:47 5 Twisting Further Nails (The Cruci-Fiction Mix) 5:32 |
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3. | Dusk... and Her Embrace | 53:01 | Hide disc notes |
Tracklist: 1 Humana Inspired to Nightmare 1:24 2 Heaven Torn Asunder 7:04 3 Funeral in Carpathia 8:24 4 A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) 8:35 5 Malice through the Looking Glass 5:31 6 Dusk and her Embrace 6:09 7 The Graveyard by Moonlight 2:29 8 Beauty Slept in Sodom 6:32 9 Haunted Shores 7:04 |
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4. | Lovecraft & Witch Hearts (disc 1) | 01:10:45 | Hide disc notes |
Tracklist: 1 Creatures that Kissed in Cold Mirrors 3:01 2 Dusk and her Embrace 6:08 3 Beneath the Howling Stars 7:37 4 Her Ghost in the Fog 6:25 5 Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) 8:07 6 The Twisted Nails of Faith 6:50 7 From the Cradle to Enslave 6:34 8 Saffron’s Curse 6:23 9 Malice Through the Looking Glass 5:30 10 Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids 7:16 11 Lord Abortion 6:54 |
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5. | Lovecraft & Witch Hearts (disc 2) | 01:12:58 | Hide disc notes |
Tracklist: 1 Once Upon Atrocity 1:46 2 Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) 7:14 3 For those who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) 6:16 4 Sodomy and Lust 4:43 5 Twisting Further Nails 5:30 6 Amor E Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) 7:15 7 Carmilla’s Masque 2:53 8 Lustmord and Wargasm II 7:45 9 Dawn of Eternity 6:19 10 Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) 6:00 11 Dance Macabre 4:27 12 Hell Awaits 5:40 13 Hallowed Be Thy Name 7:10 |
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6. | Midian | 58:56 | Hide disc notes |
Tracklist: 1 At the Gates of Midian 2:21 2 Cthulhu Dawn 4:17 3 Saffron’s Curse 6:32 4 Death Magick for Adepts 5:54 5 Lord Abortion 6:50 6 Amor E Morte 6:44 7 Creatures that Kissed in Cold Mirrors 3:01 8 Her Ghost in the Fog 6:23 9 Satanic Mantra 0:50 10 Tearing the Veil from Grace 8:13 11 Tortured Soul Asylum 7:54 |
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Eleven Burial Masses
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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August 19th, 2002
(titled "Live Bait for the Dead") |
AbraCadaver | COF006DD | 2CD | Limited edition, Slipcase, Enhanced |
2002
(titled "Live Bait for the Dead") |
AbraCadaver | CDVILED156 | 2CD | Enhanced |
2002
(titled "Live Bait for the Dead") |
AbraCadaver | CDVILED156 | 2CD | Slipcase, Enhanced |
2002
(Unofficial) (titled "Live Bait for the Dead") |
Agat Company | A-CFL | 2CD | |
2004
(titled "Live Bait for the Dead") |
Snapper Music | SMDCD468 / COF006DD | 2CD | Slipcase, Enhanced |
October 2006
(titled "Live Bait for the Dead") |
Peaceville Records | CDVILED156 | 2CD | Reissue, Enhanced |
May 5th, 2007 | Peaceville Records | CDVILEF180X | CD + DVD | Limited edition, Digipak |
2008
(titled "Live Bait for the Dead") |
Icarus Music | ICARUS 425 | 2CD | Enhanced |
2008 | Icarus Music | ICARUS 426 | CD + DVD | |
2016 | Peaceville Records | VILELP601 | 2 12" vinyls | Gatefold |
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Lord Abotion | ||
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2. | Ebony Dresses for Sunset | ||
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | ||
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4. | Cthulhu Dawn | ||
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | ||
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | ||
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | ||
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | ||
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | ||
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | ||
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | ||
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Honey and Sulphur
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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2008 | Roadrunner Records | RR 3837-7 | Vinyl | Picture Disc |
2008 | Roadrunner Records | RR PROMO 1078 | CD |
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Marthus | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug Cook | Producer |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Music |
Paul Allender | Music |
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1. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
[Narration:] "So potent was the star under which I was born That I have done no one in the world has done Nor can ever do" Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille’s men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Brittle angels out to pasture once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom That the superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It’s roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it’s bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Where so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saved but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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2. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
[Narration:] "Sometimes I beheaded them with daggers, with poniards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole or by a hook and chords and strangled them And when they were languishing I committed with them the evils of the flesh" The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Götterdämmerung Has started licking like a flame Whispers in the dismal mist Are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell’s hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young The moon grinned full, the games were chaste When the children first arrived Now midnight shadows crawl apace To darken counsel with their lives Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behind blind walls where these cockatrice squalled Their songs of Necronomicon Spoke out of Gilles De Rais Each murdered son, each frozen rose Handpicked, was gently fed To the sumptuous one in black and those Whose lives were thrown in with the dead The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it’s moorings Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shifting God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven On a knife edge as they fell The blade would plunge in virulent arcs Such wounds would stretch away By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks Of the monster Gilles De Rais Gilded Gilles De Rais Comets vomited The restless bells of crime Peeled back skin from broken bones Of angels cut from the nicks of time Festering faces with painted eyes The prettiest kept to be thrust inside Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side Caked in kissed goodbyes Days faded in decay The stench of perfume lied No horror in the glades of man Was left for Baron to provide So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart And it’s sordid, morbid crack No further atrocity could possibly surpass Unrewarded, bored, he turned his back |
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Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder
Album versions
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October 28th, 2008 | Roadrunner Records | 1686-179232 / 1686-179232 | CD | |
October 28th, 2008 | Roadrunner Records | RR 7923-5 | 2CD | |
October 28th, 2008 | Roadrunner Records | RR 7923-5 | 2CD | |
2008 | Universal Music Russia | 460502670009 | CD | |
October 22nd, 2008 | Roadrunner Records | RRCY-21328 | CD | Japan |
October 24th, 2008 | Roadrunner Records | RR 7923-2 / RR 7923-2 | CD | |
October 28th, 2008 | Roadrunner Records | 1686-179231 | 2 12" vinyls |
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Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (narration, harmonies) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) |
Stephen Svanholm | Vocals (baritone) |
Carolyn Gretton | Vocals (lead, choirs) |
Luna Scarlett Davey | Vocals (child narration) |
Elissa Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Julie Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Leanne Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Tonya Kay | Vocals (choirs) |
Rachel Marshall-Clarke | Vocals (choirs) |
Liz Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Laura Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering (vocals) |
David Ho | Artwork |
Travis Smith | Layout |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography (band) |
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1. | In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs | 02:27 | Show lyrics |
"When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder. As flights of fallen Angels wished me, Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder..." |
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2. | Shat Out of Hell | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Eclipsing violent centuries, like a dark scar over France. Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais! A warrior and a scholar, he fought for Joan of Arc, before she met with martyrdom in flames. Far from fairytale, a deathshead on his sail. A light that would not fail, beneath her spell. But the crucifix was veiled, when his decadence prevailed, in a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Frozen in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief. His wealth and power led him on, to the tainted gates of Babylon. Born beneath the howling stars, in a shower of golden Lys. A wolf cub with the world, between his sabre teeth. Torn between extremes of faith, the pious and the priests. He fed the Devil children, like he threw his mastiffs meat. Far from fairytale, the coffin and the nail. Descending to the pale, under the spell. Of Alchemists who failed, to clench the menstrual grail. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Grown so morbid without war, the wine corrupted, nightmares spored. His Lord’s betrayal, played no more, he beat upon the Devil’s door! Demanding pleasures, to replace Joan of Arc. Her epic grace had set aflame, his wolfheart with her truth. And when she died, his life of pride was lost to God. And in his crimes he turned, to raising Satan with the proof. Soon nightly, unsightly, offerings were made on a vulgar altar. And slowly, but surely, the darkness answered like a falling star. Far from fairytale, insanity exhaled. A full-blown winter gale, under it’s spell. Innocents assailed, were entered and impaled. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin, an egotist! He mourned both, war and glory. Schooled to win, whatever bored imagination spawned! |
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3. | The Death of Love | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
"Her penultimate sighs, called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth. And then a golden flash, like the onset of Heaven, leaving her screams, breaking my heart. And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love..." Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? What will you see, with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? There we will be, between the dead and dying. Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory, forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows, whilst the enemy reigns. Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. By command of the king of Heaven, came the death of love. Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? How will they see, when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? How will you keep, from it’s terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset, like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden, as she fell from her wound. But visions and ambition, never listened to submission. And she was on a mission, from the highest above. To Lord upon the slaughter, like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her, for the death of love. The righteous death of love! Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English, in a torrent of light. And as they rallied onto night, a cancer fled his soul, dissolving. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She made him click without desire, and in his eyes she swam a Goddess. And even when they caught her breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? How will you know, if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? Where will you be, when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee, and label me Pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all, that was enthroned and divine. He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove. Crimes he knew alone, derived from minds of the blind. The church unfurled for murder, perched upon the death of love. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She claimed the skies, were lit with spires. And in his eyes she swam a Goddess! And even when she fought for breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" |
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4. | The 13th Caesar | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, how my rampant desire, ripped from the presence of God. Now hungered like a beast, for the knowledge of evil..." When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. A cold and jagged abyss, bled of sense! The throne he earned, through God’s benevolence, started his own fall. Clothing ragged dogma, in his own magnificence. Here the stench, the gold events, the bold inventions of the will. Luxuries and splendours, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, kissing terrors with paralysis. His brash canvas insulted the view! Moving Heaven and Earth to please, the tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew, to assert the thirteenth Caesar. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. He swore henceforth, he would serve evil alone. Here the stench, the gold events, the insurrection of his will. Theatre and feasts, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, striking terror intro menaces. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! Suetonius and ovid, filled the moonstruck dreams, with the purple of Rome. His Venus of arena-blood was dead, and he was storming home. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! |
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5. | Tiffauges | 02:14 | Show lyrics |
"God can deny nothing to a De Rais! And should He ever, there is always the Devil..." |
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6. | Tragic Kingdom | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Dusk descended like a final curtain, on this stage only death was certain. Singing through the turrets, like a velvet serenade played near a grave. Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom, of a red setting sun, and a bloodletting moon. Applauded, then accorded them, portents of doom, almost too soon. They pissed upon the winds, that rocked the cradles. Laughing over those hovels, grovelling to wolves. They kissed and sinned, under overstocked tables. As the world outside, grew sodden and mauled. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Gilles sat sipping absinthe, from a goblet made of bone. As lightning ripped and danced, upon the flagstones. Wayward fantasies, marched on home! Now the treetops bowed to whisper, in a thin Disney veneer. They knew the howls so exquisitely honed, were those of children, disappeared. They’d listened to the winds, heard the murdered Abel. Re-christened in the, stone jaws of Tiffauges. Where the list of sins, grew beyond a fable. They now roared abroad, restless with debauch. Restless with debauch! Restless with debauch! This tragic kingdom, would see God’s Angels walk away... Satanic, enigmatic, his black magic was ecstatic. Megalomaniac in titanic displays! Dressed in the best, wicked britches of the West. He cut a mourning figure, in glorious swathe. But all his nightmares, would come true. Drowning in a stream, of unbounded pleasure. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! The moon bleared, through the skeletal trees. Averting her face, from congenital deeds. Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved, about this place, laced with demon seed. Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies, exonerated him from Gilles’ crimes. Announced his fears, one night of sighs, a night for cursing nursery rhymes. In the light of the fire, wrestling feckless shadows. The tracks get blacker, for this tragical kingdom! Gilles’ frightening wealth, his tightening grip on the weak, and the rubies that his coffers let slip. Steered to near ruin, in successive years, of the most of excess, and the best of it here. In the light of the fire, wrestling reckless shadows! |
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7. | Sweetest Maleficia | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
"I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub! By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. By the Virgin Mary and all the saints, to appear in person, so that you may speak to us, and fulfill our desires. Come at my bidding and I will grant you, whatever you want, however vile, and the curtailing of my life..." He would rise triumphant! All done up, on a plume of raven wings. Trafficking with sycophants, sharing his cup, amidst other graver things. Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. The devout faded out, but the pagan remained. The candles burnt low, and still nothing came. Bearing golden secrets, from a cold malevolent race. He would have his demon, he would have his vice! All save his soul, was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising, not a single hair. Everything stank, of witchcraft there. From the stained chapel, to the statued lawn. In Caprineum on the lake. To the still lit crypts, and the slit of dawn. Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake. He needed answers not advice, intending to devise. A lengthy train, of torture for the fool. Who thought a seance would suffice, or sighted, furred in dragonflies. The signature of Satan on a wall. Sweetest Maleficia! Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest. Returning with a spider, for the poisonous feast. The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin. His fingertips were scented with, the tears from seraphim cheeks. Part glamour and a hammer, cadaverous and glib. Commanding in a voice, of frozen peaks. He would have his demon, he would have his gold! Out of control, Gilles’ soul was sold. Under mistletoe, and the glistening snow. Kissing in the shadow, of abandoned saviours. "So I shall conjure thee, demons of the Netherworld..." The air was sick with trepidation, despair and desperation. Then he fixed his covenant in blood. Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty mead. His new world opened with a claret flood. Time was right, this wretched night, to etch the circles, clear again. As a labyrinth of razors, led a blind man to the stars. So too Prelati brought the dark. It’s name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire. They fed him shredded infants, on an altar full of scars. Entangled in a dream, the mirrors full of steam. He scarce could see, Joan’s face reflecting through. His last attempt to grasp at God, lay blackened in a holy fog. And now there were only Devils to pursue. Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell, of Hell and her seductions. The assassinated days, as a Caesar gone by. Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide. Lit demonic pyres, where once dying embers writhed. Sweetest Maleficia! |
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8. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
"So potent was the star, under which I was born. That I have done no one, in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! All Saints Day, the taint of rain. Blood and mud, and thunder all the same. To those who close, their ranks to Gille’s men. Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille. Creatures of the dark, creeping up and down the countryside. Brittle Angels out, to pasture once again. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, that the superstitions grew. Wise to the wolves, that surprised their children, gagged in sacks and dragged back to. Tiffauges! It’s roads now home, to a beautiful stranger. Lifting her veil, spinning her lies. Tender eyes, never-ending danger. It grows a rose that chose death, for it’s bedmuck. Prickles in wait, thanking her spies, trickling thighs her only hiccup. And though she walks the forest trails, she’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down, the path where darkness dwells. That night is rife with celebration, the tower sings. Where so much foul illumination, strikes a lighthouse for the things. That slither and slather, at the border of the pentagram, mid sour dreams. A beauty pageant, for the gathering damned, of slaughtered lambs, and tortured screams. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, in this castle of loup-garou. When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on. A parcel of victims now tied to. Tiffauges! Engorged on the hordes, of the anorexic. Cherubim forced, naked and blind. A holocaust mind, designed their exit. A libertine so grim, sometimes tore them limb from limb. Slitting their throats, pissing on graves, Jesus saved but the Devil made him. Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! |
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9. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
"Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poniards, with knives. Sometimes I suspended them in my room, from a pole or by a hook and chords, and strangled them. And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh..." The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. Whispers in the dismal mist, are full of crystal promises. Black rites begun in earnest, ignite Hell’s hungry furnace. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. The moon grinned full, the games were chaste. When the children first arrived. Now midnight shadows crawl apace, to darken counsel with their lives. Flesh and ecstasy as sport, are immortal vices of the highest order. Wherein devilry holds sway. Behind blind walls, where these cockatrice squalled. Their songs of Necronomicon, spoke out of Gilles De Rais. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. Each murdered son, each frozen rose handpicked, was gently fed. To the sumptuous one, in black and those, whose lives were thrown, in with the dead. The candles lit, the stage was set, as it was in sainted days. When censers swung and banners hung, on the Siege of Orleans, on the painted Seine. Now the castle floats in the drifting fog, torn from it’s moorings. Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell. As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices soaring, on a silver tide to Heaven, on a knife edge as they fell. The blade would plunge in virulent arcs, such wounds would stretch away. By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks, of the monster Gilles De Rais, Gilded Gilles De Rais! Comets vomited, the restless bells of crime, Peeled back skin from broken bonesm of Angels cut from the nicks of time. Festering faces with painted eyes, the prettiest kept to be thrust inside. Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side, caked in kissed goodbyes. Days faded in decay, the stench of perfume lied. No horror in the glades of man, was left for Barron to provide. So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart, and it’s sordid, morbid crack. No further atrocity could possibly surpass, unrewarded, bored, he turned his back. The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. |
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10. | Darkness Incarnate | 08:55 | Show lyrics |
"Something thicker than despair, rides upon the midnight air. The smell of blood, the taste of prey, we spy you hiding Gilles de Rais..." Under August swelter, after banquet and soiree. When spiced wine and song, have further heated veins. To the ninth degree as tenacula, hold another body in their sway. Gilles retires from the grasping fires, that will ashen the remains. Darkness incarnate! Demons in his semen, that once clung about the throats. Of children dragged, from cellars to his rooms. Now permeate the castle, all who sleep dream of the goat. That dark eclectic harbinger of doom. Nightingales sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted veils over bitter truth. The stairs ran helter-skelter, his bedchamber besieged. By phantoms who sheltered, in it’s furs, remorse. Sought to overwhelm him, like a lantern of disease. That shone on rotten faces, of those murdered out in force. Darkness incarnate! Fleeing ghosts so indisposed, to his Satanic love. Of children dragged, from cellars to his feast. He rose, a carnal wind opposed, to those that sat above. Tearing out into the forest like a beast. The night wind sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted sails over naked truth. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. The trees become obscenities, semen drip from every bough. As if he rooted Nature like a whore. Dryads tongued, under skirts of leaves, surrendering branches, that slenderly pleased. The Mocking orifices, and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew. Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue. The clotting of his heart, to a rank cantankerous tune. "Death is only a matter, of a little pain..." Beneath the sallow moonlight, in a wonderland of pain. Gilles fled back to the castle, terrified and drained. He sought his deep red velvet bed. and the sleep it preordained. Exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disembowelled. To where he stretched out, howling on all fours. Corpses tore at his legs and knees, as he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve. From a Lord that soared above the awful scene. He sobbed and wept, no voice was left, to scream, the dream, was not drubbed yet. He heard the horrors, hiss beside him. "Herod, you’ll regret..." "Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful..." "Oh my dearest Angels, go pray to God for me..." |
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11. | Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. Another night of blight, had slowly passed. The morning skies, once fresh and bright, darkened down no near twilight. Once could smell, the end of days were coming fast. Gilles wandered as in purgatory, beyond the grave of his estate. Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry, were present save projected hatred. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt. From guilt and doubt, there’s no way out. Ten leagues beneath contempt! Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. His choired chapel, sighed with his laments. As accusations reached a roar, investigations breached the door. He put up nothing save, his favours in defense. The Church stirred in it’s Roman lair, the grease had long been spent. Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there, ten leagues beneath contempt! Alas, I was happier, in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright and blood, than in any other pleasure..." Just one falter, one misplaced deed, and Gilles would be undone, as he teetered on the verge of defeat. Profaning God’s altar, bursting in on evening Mass. He threatened there, to crucify the priest. Drunk on fiery wine, with the storm lashing behind. He then threw this Philistine, to his foulest dungeon. And money owed or not, the Priest released or left to rot. His blatant sacrilege begot, a war machine of papal Rome. They came for him in mourning splendour, with the blessing of the Saints. His fawning grin in sweet surrender, a lesson in enforced restraint. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. He thought courts bought with golden crowns, rich Bishops he could tempt. But traitor’s gate was sought and found, ten leagues beneath contempt. |
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12. | Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
"This is the moment I go to God..." Burning like derision, on the prism of night. Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites. Meant to overpower, and bedizen his light. He paced his tower prison, with a dissonant appetite. The moon was black! Devil may care! Three times he’d glared, before his judges. Darkening there, with a Wormwood mind, and a gullet of poison. Asked, he thought the court a farce, his tongue as sharp as glass. A bastard to the last! This truth assassin tautened, his claws at the ruinous cast, flexing vexation at clerics aghast. In uproar he caused, the cross to be masked. And the hex of exile, from God’s Kingdom passed. Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died. The curse even clearer, on the sanity side. Banished from the lavish, tracts of paradise. From Heaven’s shored, poured to the sore divide. The moon was black! Devil may care! Their thunder sundered, all his veils. Thickening there, his beligerent pulse, to a sickening crawl. Yes, he’d fostered wickedness, fed vipers at his breast. Inflicted death’s caress! So now to suffer! He’d burn, discern, that his second turn. Would last for eternity, in reckoning flames. That night his plight, marched in demented Parades, o’er a rainbow of black magic scars. The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades. Deep in the sleep, of this heretic, barred. The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved. His epiphany struggled to come. But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared. Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun. All fears were smeared, when Joan had appeared, in a shower of tears. Last vestige of innocence. Yearning for her, vision of divinity. Of her miracles, and dreamt lyrical deeds. He would meet her, at the pyre as the fire kissed. And together they’d climb to God, entwined in bliss. Devil may care! He awed the court, with a sworn confession. Quickening there, his radiant death, and acute renewal. Thus the end was glorious, he went like Jesus trussed, to shadow and to dust. At the stroke of seven! And with thieves at both his hands, the Reaper of these lands, wept with holy plans, as he choked to Heaven. |
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13. | Corpseflower | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
"I have told you the truth, and everything as it happened. All the evil that I could do, has been accomplished. I am redeemable and I believe, the clemencies of God. And suffrages of the Holy Church, have succoured me with much mercy. I have only ever wished, to satisfy my desires..." |
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01:11:15 |
Lilith Immaculate
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Marthus | Drums |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Ashley "Ellyllon" Jurgemeyer | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Natalie Shau | Cover art |
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1. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom Drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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06:12 |
Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned)
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Ashley "Ellyllon" Jurgemeyer | Keyboards |
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1. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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2. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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10:42 |
Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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November 1st, 2010 | Peaceville Records | CDVILEF300 / CDVILEF300 | CD | Super Jewel box |
November 1st, 2010 | Peaceville Records | VILELP300 | 2 12" vinyls | |
November 1st, 2010 | Peaceville Records | EBVILE001 | 2CD + DVD | Limited edition, Fans edition |
2010 | Moon Records | MR 5003-2 | CD | |
2010 | Soyuz Music | CDVILEF300 / CDVILEF300 / CDVILEF300 | CD | |
October 29th, 2010 | Icarus Music | ICARUS 687 | 2CD | |
October 29th, 2010 | Nuclear Blast America | NB 2660-2 | CD | |
October 29th, 2010 | Nuclear Blast America | NB 2661-2 / 2661-2 | 2CD | Deluxe edition, Digipak |
October 29th, 2010 | Peaceville Records | CDVILEF300X / CDVILEF300X | 2CD | Limited edition, Digibook |
November 9th, 2010 | Nuclear Blast America | NB 2662-1 / 2662-1 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Gatefold cover |
November 24th, 2010 | Avalon | MICP-10960 | CD | Japan |
2018 | Peaceville Records | VILELP759 | 2 12" vinyls | Reissue |
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Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Ralph Woodward | Conductor, Arranger |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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Evermore Darkly
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 17th, 2011 | Peaceville Records | CDVILEF347 | CD + DVD | Digibook |
October 17th, 2011 | Peaceville Records | VILELP602 | 12" vinyl | |
2011
(titled "Evermore Darkly...") |
Icarus Music | ICARUS 845 | CD + DVD | |
2011
(titled "Evermore Darkly...") |
Nuclear Blast | 2788-2 | CD + DVD |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Martin Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations (track 4) |
Guest/Session | |
Caroline Campbell | Keyboards (live) |
Emma Levy | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Nikki Cutts | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
John Aldridge | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Nick Webb | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (lead, soprano) (track 8) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (track 1) |
Chitra Ramalingam | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Andrew Kennedy | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Chris Young | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Steve Mullock | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Natalie Shau | Artwork |
Vlad Barin | Photography |
Paul Allender | Graphic design |
Mark Harwood | Engineering |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Paul Logus | Remixing (track 6) |
Rob "DJ Hooker" Caggiano | Remixing (track 6) |
Lee Fenton-Wilkinson | Art direction (promo video) |
Davey Gilder | Director of photography (promo video) |
Ross Bolidai | Director (promo video) |
Heather Snell | Producer (promo video) |
Ralph Woodward | Choir conductor and arrangements |
Doug Cook | Mixing |
Lord Filth | Liner notes |
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1. | Transmission from Hell | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
So, I’ve got a clean copy of the tape Here now and um, Well look I should warn you that This could really scare you. This is the letter that I received From one (inaudible)...that was Dated the 6th of june of 2006. I have recently started (inaudible)...to believe it When you talked about The sounds from hell tonight. My uncle had told me this story A couple of years ago and i didn’t Believe him, like I discounted the Stories as nothing more thab just a Hysterical religious newspaper account. The story about the digging of the Hole and the hearing of the sounds From hell is very real. It did occur, In Siberia on a regular mining Expedition exploring future oil reserves. My uncle collected video and audio Tapes and so forth, on the Paranormal and supernatural. Until he passed away recently Under strange, terrible circunstances. He let me listen to one of the audio tapes That he had on the sounds from hell In Siberia and I (inaudible)... He received his version from a Close friend who worked (inaudible)... It took me awhile to find it tonight, But attached is that sound from my Uncle’s tapes. It’s not the (inaudible)... But the sounds, those horrible sounds on there. I was very hesitant to send you this Because the noise bothers me to listen to. It has always....haunted me. To those who discounted the "Saberian Sounds From Hell" story, it Is true. And I, for one, wish it wasn’t. Well, that’s the letter, and this is the tape. Its clean better copy and I will warn you... ...what you are about to hear is VERY VERY DISTURBING. |
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2. | Thank Your Lucky Scars | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Governed by the moon She’s a cold headmistress I am lycanthropic Too evolved to miss this Opportunity to taste The pausing lamb By the grace of heaven Come the claws I am Emerging with the hunger Scented blood a tease Urges surging under Thunder bludgeoning pleas Bathing in the afterglow Of Set let free On the scarlet march of woe To a dead set destiny True nature’s stark decree The crude dripping whipping Off the back of need We are lost souls run amok The raptor’s scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars You’re not for me Set astride my rearing nightmares The abhorrence King, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these evil jaws that leave no story This rancour soon will pass Just thank your lucky scars Chosen by the moon She’s a cold seductress Frozen to the bone Sje’s compelled to suck this Lust from out my veins To assert her role From the able mouth of Cain Spurt the things I do Howling at the ether Like a beast in heat Burning with a fever For a seasonal meat I shall never gloat On what the sufferer sees Me teeth are in their throat Blood is draining me of speech True nature’s stark decree The frute, finger licking From his sickening feat We are lost souls amok The rapture, scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars Your not like me Just thank your lucky scars Set astride my rearing nightmare The abhorrence Kind, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these haunted shores of purgatory Just thank your lucky scars |
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3. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) (elder version) | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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4. | Lilith Immaculate (elder version) | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time |
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5. | The Persecution Song (elder version) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed Gasps she just could not suppress After lights-out midst the dead And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness Time was running faster for disaster Strange nights were burning In the furnace of her dreams A name was uttered, Lilith Mistress, playmate, master Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy And in the thick of all In the Black Goddess’s thrall With the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall Promiscuous in step The Devil breathing down her neck As jealous zealots stitched apiece... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared To her Sisters of the cloth She now reeked of Astaroth Again the curse had surfaced Sneaking back the pagan years Weaving webs of great revealing Hidden in the convent An evil libido abided, undone Breathing, deceiving Feasting on her deviant feelings She’d clung to her crucifix Once her torturers begun Her screams came quick The miserichord Den to vice and screw That had reddened many tongues Wrung symphonies Of suffering from her Many moons hardened pure hearts Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Vile rites and rifled graves Mere hours, now towered Above this bent and beaten flower Her naked body privy to The Abbess and her ways Victoria fought No guilt was wrought Just a torrid retort of blasphemies Nails and crosses vomited forth From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell Arched like Hell At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart But then the end grew nigh A dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key... The persecution song Telltale signs of obsession No wailing banshee would dishonour their name Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke They hanged her there like Judas With the Hellcat in her reined Time was running faster for disaster Exorcism, torture, gallows Now a shallow grave A name was stuttered, Isaac Tongue-tied, simple, bastard They made him dig the pit Mindless of what it claimed |
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6. | Forgive Me Father (I’m in a Trance) | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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7. | The Spawn of Love and War (elder version) | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter worlds so erudite As those she now divulged to me In the throes of passions grip Indulging latent fantasies That ran forked tongues along the lip Of fate’s pudenda The twisted snake’s agenta Now the world would bend To her deadly legacy Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight From the convent at All Hallows Fair Without contemplating, we fled through the night Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care The Goddess had spoken And awoken desire It crackled in the air around us A psychic force shimmering like fire And on her breasts, that old necklace The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess Whose dirty little secret, other than me Now shone with bold intensity Vast the power it possessed The darkness brought to living flesh This treasure was ancient, taken by force From an elite caste of priests in Delphi The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course Then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep That necklace traversed Vile murders and miles worse But what was a curse To this perverse demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice For the maiden Harmonia The illegitimate spawn of love and war Jealousy made it gleam for her For with it clasped, her looking glass Was ever beautiful and young But disaster choked her royal caste And every throat on which it hung There madness, death and horror clung Immortalised in mortal guise She was a sight for blighted eyes A plague to gladly plagiarise And spread like red excited kisses She was more than me More than words Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels She cast a spell on every cell In my nobody She gave me back my tongue That she might run it on herself She was Lilith, she was light I was but a parasite Beckoned to temptation In her velvet overtones Through frozen arches, dressed in white She led me into paradise Neath comets in ovation Like the Queen of winter, throned.. Pleasures archetypal Then much rarer agonies I was a sworn disciple Of her whims and dark decrees In Europe’s hair Her spies were everywhere A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair Her greater plan All chaos and the fall of man For as she fed dark appetites She bred her children there The spawn of love and war Presiding over Hellfire clubs Arch-masons and Agharta The spawn of love and war She rode the beast, her legs apart A blazing pyre starter Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights And sensations ignited her grin As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites We climbed up to heaven in sin She came to me As she will come to you Intoxicating in her seduction Her siren sway, devastating voodoo Persistent, resistance is useless, fool To this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found A perverted Eden on sacred ground Vast the power I caressed The darkness brought to vivid flesh And in it she now rules a cowered universe |
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8. | Summer Dying Fast ("Midnight in the Labyrinth" Breadcrumb Trail) | 05:22 | instrumental |
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1. | You Can’t Polish a Turd, but You Can Roll It in Glitter (documentary) | ||
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2. | Lilith Immaculate (video) | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time |
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3. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare (Intro) | 01:22 | instrumental |
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4. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeons confer.... Chaos is spat From the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows Carving towards misdeed Stormchoirs gather A pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang tattered Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers Poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees (Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent) We are as a flame born unto the darkness Desires burning in palatial glades And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves.... Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether Artemis Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia With stars erased, throw wide the gates The infidel soon unmasks her face Neath silken shroud she waxes horn Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague, born to the priestess The secret amour of her archangelic rape Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake "The most August sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves Through which the never-dead escape" From dank, abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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5. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille’s men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Little angles out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom The superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It’s roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it’s bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Whre so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saves but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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6. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time Lilith Immaculate |
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7. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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8. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Lead to the river Midsummer I wave A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced, when you left me A rose in the rain... So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better... Nympheta... ...mine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I’m circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fall to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance out to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the bind of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better... Nympheta... Sunsetter... Nymphetamine None better... Nympheta...mine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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9. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour And the weak will flee or die Sie sind es die sich Anderlieb festhalten Fuer immer betend auf knien Vor der (finisteren) goetten I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For Her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising |
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10. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves children The reign in flesh begins again... V empire Funereal majesty awake Cneajna wreathed in snake Draconis talons rake... So haunted is my silent heart Dreaming only of the moon When velvet darkness falls tonight The thirst crescends anew... Only for you Inspired to mortal nightmare Ebony dressed for sunset In the dulcet whispers of the Damned... |
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11. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name...again and again I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest |
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12. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel swarmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Cruelty and the beast... Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss |
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13. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgment Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season, driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new flesh Red, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries, next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death, they never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehenna paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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14. | Summer Dying Fast (Outro) | 05:21 | instrumental |
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Midnight in the Labyrinth
Members | |
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Dani Filth | Narration (male) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (narration, additional) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards, Orchestrations |
The Rat Slice Quartet | Strings |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (soprano) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (soprano) |
Chitra Ramalingam | Vocals (soprano) |
Emma Levy | Vocals (alto) |
Nikki Cutts | Vocals (alto) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (alto) |
Steve Mullock | Vocals (tenor) |
Nick Webb | Vocals (bass) |
Chris Young | Vocals (tenor) |
Andrew Kennedy | Vocals (tenor) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (bass) |
John Aldridge | Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Kit Woolven | Mixing |
Mark Fairfax-Harwood | Recording |
Ralph Woodward | Conductor, Arrangements |
Doug Cook | Recording (choir) |
Paul Allender | Artwork |
Toni King | Photography |
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:39 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered her mask to me The sublimest creature the gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their queen Infusing the air with her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry... From grace I fell in love with her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me... In a pale azured dawn like ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure... I, at once, endeavoured to see her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the dead countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life? Red roses for the devil’s whore... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and nahemah Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the queen of heaven come as devil to me? On that fatal hallow’s eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves Under horned diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in death’s shadow like a swifter Silhouette... |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, But i am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood red wine My thoughts weigh heavy With the burdens of time From knowledge drunk from The fountain of life Of chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amidst the baying of wolves While the bindings of christ Are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, oderiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As constriction is bled From the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast We lust for the wind And the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh On the murderous breeze To learn from the dark And the voices between This is my Will. The forest whispers my name Again and again The forest whispers my name I walk the path To the land of the dark immortals Where the hungry ones Will carry my soul As the wild hunt Careers through the boughs Come to me my pale enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by A lunar noose And the horned, hidden one Is reinvoked. Dark faerytales in phalustein Symbols and signs To know us by. In the breathing forest! The principal of evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon I stand enthralled In the whispering forest! |
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3. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
"Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy Will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another soul passed to the grasping Styx Clutching their trinket crucifix Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection (As the moon’s in narrow windows caught) That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song From the lilt of choirs choking Where the vengeful dead Belong... To the Sorceress and Her charnel arts She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars ’Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the Kiss of the mist That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection From Gods upon their forest plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with Her dagger As the Witch gabbled spells Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell As sudden thunder’s grue harangue Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came With the stench of necrophiled graves To these clandestines Who shrank from glimpsing horror That the growls of mating ghouls inclined... Resplendent In pendants (Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns) A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon Her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of christ "If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me O’er lengthening scars of age and grief" As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore His prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in His grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain And She would rot. Alone Insane. On the twisted nails of faith |
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4. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:20 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in Extremis Invading tempestuous skies When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose And Narcissus’ fate as their prize Blinded by Diana’s mirror Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive The horrors performed on Her shores As jewelled Ishtar, in darker Aeons Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind Now inspires Catharsis to dance Through the weave of white vaults Where the shadows revolt At the incest of spiritual love Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts Spatter virginal breasts with their blood The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve (Thirst-ridden) Wolves serenade a moon Who seems no mistress of Herself And heavens pour forth vast casualties Thy host given up for me Thou which wert once and then ceased to be Art now ensconced to chapters Of a lengthening tragedy Whilst we scream free Deep forests impale the sinister mist Their sorcery taught to the clouds Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl As Psyche to Sapphic lament Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses Whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death "Desires I was loath to lose To the virgin-bloodied priests Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms wrung" Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone Has built thee a marbled stair By candlelight to Eden and a Serpentine throne Where ravens rape the tenanting angels there Hurry, else Death may spy us here And quicken the pulse of dawn Embering flames writhe to life again The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn Huntress, draw back the silvered bow Thy dogs set upon the manger The enemy in throes... Whilst drifting fogs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid Like fireflies plunge to Her maw, midst crashing black waves "Remember with pride what thou art Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past" When Dark royalties drank of despair Idols hewed down ’neath a desert god’s stare In thrall to revenges sworn there What dreams could we father, when farther we fell To nightmare...? "Well versed in misery We have lain naked in darkest ravines Now the sun has set in slumber. We delight Like serpents in arousal Coiled to strike at the light" Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth Uncloister jaded harlots once served Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse The laughter of Khaos Gatekeepers flee the onslaught A World enslaved to flame Bondage in Phallustine Pleasure temples for my bride Nubian grace swiftly seize Thieves blood-divine Empires thrive on sacrifice |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed, prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia Is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Than a midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic,terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of slyph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of prenatural sleep Embroided by these words Malaresia scribed "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromatic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masturbating in their graves On her zenith to ...come... "Never leave me" This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilst the cloaked maelstron resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart, though unhealed Celestial knives ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed Saw death etch cruelly, ...upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erubescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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6. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching the darkness calls my name the trees are growing restless they feel the season change their fruit has putrified forbidden once and bound to die the thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun talons stretch beneath her veil reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen a tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawns from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall how many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty of beauty held in dream-dead sleep and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end "We are what we are, what we shall be, again..." Appear; draped in terror to the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in... Summer’s dying... |
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7. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess’ own came deformed A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet Her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed... Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In Her Her walk went to voodoo To see Her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards She abhored Not Her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord "I must avert mine eyes to hymns For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With Him undead for three long nights" Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to Her door Tombed Her soul with such stone For She swore the Priest sighed When She knelt down to atone... She feared the light So when She fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Poucing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When Her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths ’Pon the grave of Her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation That She kissed the Devil’s phallus By Her own decree... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between Her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the Soceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite’s grasp To the forest’s vulva Where the witch scholared Her In even darker themes Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again And under lacerations of dawn She returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as She rode Through the mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And She was a widow from god and his wrath finally... |
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8. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpend caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rounge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall filt through the shdows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kill’s of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine... "Let me come to thee with eyes like Asphodel Moon-glacing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us... |
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9. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:47 | Show lyrics |
"Hear me now, all crimes should be treasured If they bring thee pleasure somehow" Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss (2x) |
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10. | Goetia (Invoking the Unclean) | 13:06 | |
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1. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:16 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:29 | instrumental |
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3. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | instrumental |
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4. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 07:06 | instrumental |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:38 | instrumental |
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6. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:33 | instrumental |
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:25 | instrumental |
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8. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:36 | instrumental |
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9. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:13 | instrumental |
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The Manticore and Other Horrors
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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October 29th, 2012 | Peaceville Records | CDVILEF408X | CD | Limited edition, Digibook |
2012 | Soyuz Music | CDVILEF409 | CD | |
October 2012 | Peaceville Records | VILELP409 | 2 12" vinyls | |
October 30th, 2012 | Nuclear Blast | NB 2996-2 / 2996-2 | CD | |
October 30th, 2012 | Nuclear Blast America | NB 2996-8 / 2996-8 | CD | Digipak |
October 30th, 2012 | Peaceville Records | CDVILEF409 | CD | Slipcase |
2013 | Icarus Music | ICARUS 1066 | CD | |
2013 | Laser Company Records | LCR 4330 | CD | Brazil |
May 20th, 2013 | Peaceville Records | Digital | Extended Claws edition | |
April 20th, 2020 | Peaceville Records | CDVILED760 | CD | Reissue |
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Paul Allender | Producer |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer, Recording |
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Nightmares of an Ether Drinker | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Bursting with madness the moon shall derange The ether caresses my veins Cursing the feverous reign I taste the change Lips curl, my grip starts to harden Maelstorms are loosed in the garden Angels will whisper bane Hidden meanings in the teachings of pain Time warps with their kiss bestowed again Go go go tidal vertigo Back is an arrogant front Truth is a lie, suicidal eyes Plummet from the summit of this pissed up... Nightmare Hellucinations, bare mountain night Walpurgis is thirsting for souls My coven is sloven For blood still muds the knolls Visions soar phantasmagorical Collidescopic, whetting the oracle Fast awake to make this dreamland obey Forsaking others for the chasing of prey I take another draught, fates spirit me away Go go go wicked vertigo Intoxication is a fur Worn about stitched arctic shoulders It sets this melancholy beast to purr Lost in bliss, the mooring slips Hyde is high and mighty In veneration of his role Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I have left bereft the flesh Sanctuary for the grail of woe Now suddenly I see Like innocent breath through a perfumed harem A gash of lightning tearing ashen skies Betray the scene A deathless army, the greatest never been Lurks frighteningly silent Hanging on the fatal call for carnage Come the awful sundering The devilment is thundering Fellow travellers tread careful Hell awaits diethyl dreams These lush pretence dimensions wean Come the awful sundering The devilment is thundering Seeking ways back to our world Eldritch curators scheme Horrors rush upon us as we flee I plunge on a comet, vomit the sea Lunge upright to flames advancing on me Dancing like Mardi Gras dark company Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I am riding high tonight In celebration of my role Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I will leave relieved my flesh Sanctuary for the grail of woe |
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12. | Death, the Great Adventure | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Sometimes red curtains fall Before the act has headed for the wings As on that night disaster crawled out from the stalls... Suddenly the dark, the thickest Stygian dark Pressing on all sides with vertigo Running from the quickest in the sickest abyss My spirit’s lifted by an angel of woe A dredged up dreadful past Drags discordant thoughts my way Unforgiven and driven to despair I sense the mordant wraith Azazel Standing there Now the vision simmers I spy a distant gleam Racing ever closer Through this persistent dream And by its welcome glimmer Writhing into sight The brutish groping nightmares That hide beside the light Then a roar And a voice like a pride of lions Thunders from the maw In a blackened mass The creatures flee Screaming bloody murder as A shining gateway opens for me Death, the great adventure At the peril of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger Spared this awful realm Where those who stalk the living haunt the murk Untethered pleasures keep them tied to flawed Humana I’m floating upwards still, to where the tunnel mouth reveals Two Manticores that ward an ebon door I muster lean resolve, as the luminance dissolves And I am thrust headlong before the venomous jaws I am in darkness again But here accursedness is vastly deeper Unforgiven and given to torment I am nothing Grotesque, grotesque, bereft of judgement This abyss, a void Where stripped of all but Self One must wish to be destroyed To pass on somewhere else Beyond this pit of wicked shouts Madness and fallacies Aeons I failed to rail my doubts Before fear left love saving me Then a roar And a voice like a clash of Titans Thunders from the maw In a seething mass The horrors flee Screaming bloody murder as A shrouded sky opens immensely Listen! What Eden shall arise Abundant from the cliffs That stunt Hell’s redundant cries? A view of breathtaking beauty Unveils, as the sun disperses perversities Death, death, the great adventure For the glory of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger The damaged man revives With dawning truth, this morning suits The world I left abruptly In exaltation, I find myself alive Near-death to steer a life long-led corruptly The sweet silver chord that keeps me moored I know that heaven sent her From the cold to hold her face again I rose from death, the great adventure |
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13. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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Six Pack of Hits
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1. | Born In A Burial Gown | 04:46 | |
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2. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | |
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3. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 05:59 | |
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4. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | |
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:24 | |
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6. | Her Ghost In the Fog | 07:33 | |
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35:40 |
Right Wing of the Garden Triptych
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Rich Shaw | Guitars |
Ashok | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female) |
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1. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whipmer? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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Hammer of the Witches
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 10th, 2015 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3408-2 / 27361 34082 | CD | |
July 10th, 2015 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3408-0 / 27361 34080 | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
July 10th, 2015 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3408-1 / 27361 34081 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Gatefold |
July 10th, 2015 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3408-4 / 27361 34084 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Picture disc |
July 10th, 2015 | Nuclear Blast America | NB 3408-2 / 3408-2 | CD | |
July 10th, 2015 | Nuclear Blast America | NB 3408-0 / 3408-0 | CD | Limited edition, Digipak |
July 10th, 2015 | Soyuz Music | NB 3408-2 / 27361 34082 | CD | |
2015 | DBN | NB027 | CD | |
2015 | Scarecrow Records | SR 1178 | CD | Limited edition, Digibook |
2015 | Voice Music | VM-NB018 | CD | |
June 10th, 2015 | Love Da Records | LOVECD446 | CD | |
July 8th, 2015 | Chaos Reigns | GQCS-90018 | CD | Japan |
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Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
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Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Toni Davey | Design |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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Dusk and Her Embrace - The Original Sin
Album versions
Release date | Label | Catalog ID | Format | Description |
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July 8th, 2016 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL46CD | CD | |
July 8th, 2016 | Cacophonous Records | Digital | Bandcamp | |
July 8th, 2016 | Cacophonous Records | CD | ||
November 11th, 2016 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL 48 LP | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition |
2017 | Cacophonous Records | NIHIL 46 CD | CD | Repress |
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Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Ryan | Guitars |
Benjamin Ryan | Keyboards |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Nicholas Barker | Drums |
Jon Kennedy | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Cronos | Vocals (track 9) |
Steve Grimmett | Vocals (track 9) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Drake Mefestta | Layout, Design, Art direction |
Scott Atkins | Remastering |
Fra. Nihil | Layout |
Christina Molcillo | Photography |
Zakk Bajjon | Producer |
Mike Cowling | Producer |
Andy Reilly | Producer |
Dani Filth | Design concept |
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1. | Macabre, This Banquet | 01:33 | instrumental |
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2. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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3. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Rise crepuscular Devildom voyeurs Rise towards the light Nascent aeons confer The noose of revelation Tightens ’pon misdeed And the serpent of truth Eats the nomad destiny Vast shadows gather In penumbral reign Blind masses bring the jury of chaos Poised to sodomise the human world back Supernal curtains hang tattered As others feast on the loss of command Vengeance climbs Babel’s ivory tower Masturbated by a Cretan priestress Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent Seething fever demons gnaw in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed From sweet flowing waters of divinity Milleniums turnde black.... Attack! Pour out our rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm the citadels aloof upon the clouds Erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! Artemis Spread the lust of the dark Fantasia Celebrate, renew the grave The infidel soon unmasks her face A crescent moon waxing forevermore Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague born unto darkness The secret amour of an archangel’s rape A casualty when my mother, possessed Cursed at the stake Attack! Pour out thy rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm citadels aloof upon the clouds We’re erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! "The most asplendid sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves, Through which the never-dead escape" From deep abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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4. | Dusk... and Her Embrace | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
When the moonlight sleeps upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease The children of the night may sing But I will call to thee "I will call to thee...." Encroaching evening skies die with such tragedy And the dead in their graves dwell on pleasures to be In deepes Styria where our legend still breathes Thou has murmured my name as the wind through the trees And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity.... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Ruby lips procure the wish For dusk and her embrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows, Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Consumed with ardour A romance that ever unfolds Beneath the stars death bedevils me "Beneath the stars taste the death in me" Evil is a fiery wish to sever thin mortality The candlelight flickers Under the deadly nightshade Together insane Screaming through nails of pain Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine.... "Sexual dusk allure With asphodel eyes Moon-glancing maleficia Enflame the tides" And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity, She shall come for me.... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus The full ebmossomed fog Imparts the night to us.... |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:43 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:01 | instrumental |
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7. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:19 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill Lucretia, I drain thy veins Thy tears are sweeter than the mountain rain Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Dance to my tortuous song I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead shall speak of her In graveyard tongue where pack wolves run Blood red mist seeps across the sun Never leave me.... This wintry night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds "How the storm it fulfills, My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still, Her lustre encompassing me" Carpathia ~ Nature has long incurred The trees to weave the cold fog like thread Across the path the righteous tread I rule as Master here Where cruel winds impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Arise panthered Draconis And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erubescent veil descend Eclipse without an end And legacies blessed with darkness Forever more Supreme vampiric evil This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead still speak of her In graveyard tongue where wolve packs run Blood red mist sweeps across the sun Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away My anguished soul doth strain On taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I remain A proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund’rous heart Yet rend it’s knot apart So I may never sing Of red skies o’er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns Scarlet like velvet worn About the cloud-wracked moon Who wanes in solitude.... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That breathes beneath the stone What black witchcraft Shall cast me from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will crawl with thee from sleep? "Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of darkness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me...." Twilight Through frosted gates Entwinning shadows of the snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar Stripped bare for sacrifice Virtue births a demon Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged Lilith born for want of Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine In time, the oceans parts Storm as a Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feeding at my banquet Of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonely Diana "For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements Of this star-flung tomb" Be-with-us, come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats our enemies Desire’s menstrual strain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is in exile And the Israelites.... enslaved Midnight Jerusalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial walls crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon |
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9. | The Haunted Shores of Avalon | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled romantic history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast prophetic wings These are the shores where to my soul Blood-drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust Death and fate undaunted me, I drew a throne divided Glorious the battles won Black Adraste provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought From wounds a traitor wrought.... I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? My strength wilts near a grave Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp Of the Naiad ’neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine lest thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshee’s song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon I greet thee Dark Immortals On this isle ’neath the moon Why hast our kingdom fallen To the enemy so soon Let loose the hounds of darksome night To pillage, plague and burn As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free Thus my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul trespassing breeds These are the shores where to my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream "I have awoken from the past Lenghening the shadows Over England’s bitter scars I prize wide the wounds Her soils whetted, drink Remember me as king When I cradle elder stars Like lovers in my arms Nestled vipers to my breast Venomed forces work these cards Of Devils and priestess.... Thus I shall rule anew Through sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me From death they shall ascend To whisper winds of war to stir The dark-one-thing in men The Principle ’95 Black Metal masterplan...." |
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10. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:57 | instrumental |
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11. | A Gothic Romance (demo) | 08:23 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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12. | Nocturnal Supremacy (demo) | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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2. | Evermore Darkly | ||
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3. | The Manticore and Other Horrors | ||
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Heartbreak and Seance
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Rich Shaw | Guitars |
Ashok | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female) |
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Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
Album versions
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September 22nd, 2017 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3805-2 / 27361 38052 | CD | |
September 22nd, 2017 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3805-0 / 27361 38050 | CD | Digipak |
September 22nd, 2017 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3805-1 / 27361 38051 | 2 12" vinyls | |
September 22nd, 2017 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3805-1 / 27361 38051 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Coloured |
September 22nd, 2017 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3805-4 / 27361 38054 | 2 12" vinyls | Limited edition, Picture disc |
September 22nd, 2017 | Nuclear Blast | NB 3805 | CD | |
September 22nd, 2017 | Nuclear Blast America | NB 3805-0 / 3805-0 | CD | Digipak |
September 22nd, 2017 | Ward Records | GQCS-90427 / GQCS-90427 / GQCS-90427 | CD | Japan |
2017 | Shinigami Records | SRNB083 | CD | Brazil |
2017 | Soyuz Music | NB 3805-0 / 27361 38050 | CD | Digipak |
2017 | UltraPop | ULTRA 179 | CD |
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Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
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1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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6. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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7. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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8. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This ageing mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the Valley of the Shadow of Death To the best denomination I have taken To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of Holy Roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow, where sorrow rose Having all tomorrow For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the Vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed Persephone So down here in the shadow of the Valley of Kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbation Never in a thousand years Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked, I’m a magnet to your charms Lost in a skeletal dance Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That right the wrongs I’ve bred inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candlelit and oft obliged To deeply sow, where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savoured afterglows To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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52:58 |
Live at Dynamo Open Air 1997
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Band members | |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Nicholas Barker | Drums |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Neil Kernon | Mixing |
Alan Douches | Mastering |
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1. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me, forever a voyeur I’ve been. Nocturnal Goddess of the moon. So she comes, unseen! Thus Uzza and Azel speak! The burning seed is thrust in Eve, and yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows forever in your throne. That I might pollinate the world with darkness as your own. Embrace me in spellbinding eyes, the fire of life that never dies. Tear deeper through my paper wounds and never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady, whom I worship and ride thereon. She will greet me as a serpent in her dark, secret Eden. And I will always want, for her witchcraft is desire. Desire! Desire! My soul is poisoned from within. My soul is poisoned from within. I crawl with languid guilt to thee, forever flushed in sin. Lamia, latria I give. My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum! Sevenfold my passion wrought, to ransack Eden and to taste the whore. I cling beyond her sabled court. She is a gateway to that darkness lost. I am the gentle stream, that trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace. Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream. I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war. Blowing through the savage garden. My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust. Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me, to take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust. I am all these things and more. Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint. The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire. The all-consuming fire. Reveal to me your mysteries, witch! The tree is plundered but I have the seed, to be sown in thee. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! Come on! I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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4. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:19 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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5. | Haunted Shores | 07:20 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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6. | The Black Goddess Rises | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell, like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate, rising from Thessaly! Crush their unworthy idols! No church shall bar our path! Seductive evil, drink your fill, of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams! The darkness in my eyes! The rapture in my screams! Black Goddess arise! Nothing will keep us apart. We could kill them all, if our desire tore free. Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve. And the night draws in beside her, as we embrace the dark side by side. I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire, to harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh! Suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved! Oh, how I have craved for you. You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever, when my secrets are buried in thine. Under seven stars we came together, to plot the new age’s decline. Ishtar my Queen, come forth to me. And help me seize my future from the house of Death. That in the release of immortality, I should slay their fucking Nazarene. The lies, the Jew, I kill for you. You are in my dreams! The darkness in my eyes! The rapture in my screams! Black Goddess arise! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm. As love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore. She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell, like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate, rising from Thessaly! |
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38:20 |
A Pungent and Sexual Miasma
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Cradle of Filth | |
Dani | Vocals |
Dar | Drums |
Jon | Bass |
Ben | Keyboards |
Paul | Guitars |
Malediction | |
Rich | Guitars |
Mark M | Guitars |
Mark F | Bass |
Alastair | Drums |
Shaun | Vocals |
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1. | Cradle of Filth - So Violently Sick | 05:35 | |
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2. | Cradle of Filth - Funeral | 04:01 | |
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3. | Cradle of Filth - Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - terminal frost Closing eyes of equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs ones again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between stages Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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4. | Cradle of Filth - Circle of Perversion | 06:26 | |
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5. | Cradle of Filth - Chewing on Your Guts | 03:50 | |
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6. | Cradle of Filth - Loathsome Fucking Christ | 05:34 | |
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7. | Cradle of Filth - Darkly Erotic | 05:56 | |
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8. | Cradle of Filth - This Fetid Dank Oasis | 05:17 | |
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9. | Cradle of Filth - Our Father Which Art in Earth | 01:13 | |
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10. | Malediction - Mould of an Industrial Horizon | 03:20 | |
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11. | Malediction - Infestation | 05:06 | |
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12. | Malediction - Waste | 02:29 | |
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13. | Malediction - Longterm Result | 06:22 | |
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14. | Malediction - System Fear | 06:22 | |
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15. | Malediction - Sick New Facts | ||
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16. | Malediction - Murdered from Within | 03:54 | |
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17. | Malediction - Infestation | ||
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18. | Malediction - Intro / System Fear | ||
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19. | Malediction - Waste | ||
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20. | Malediction - Murdered from Within | ||
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01:10:20 |
A Pungent and Sexual Miasma
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Cradle of Filth | |
Dar | Drums |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Jon | Bass |
Ben | Keyboards |
Malediction | |
Rich | Guitars |
Mark M | Guitars |
Mark F | Bass |
Alastair | Drums |
Shaun | Vocals |
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1. | Cradle of Filth - So Violently Sick | 05:35 | |
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2. | Cradle of Filth - Funeral | 04:01 | |
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3. | Cradle of Filth - Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - terminal frost Closing eyes of equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs ones again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between stages Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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4. | Cradle of Filth - Circle of Perversion | 06:26 | |
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5. | Cradle of Filth - Chewing on Your Guts | 03:50 | |
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6. | Cradle of Filth - Loathsome Fucking Christ | 05:34 | |
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7. | Cradle of Filth - Darkly Erotic | 05:56 | |
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8. | Cradle of Filth - This Fetid Dank Oasis | 05:17 | |
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9. | Cradle of Filth - Our Father Which Art in Earth | 01:13 | |
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Side B | |||
10. | Malediction - Mould of an Industrial Horizon | 03:20 | |
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11. | Malediction - Infestation | 05:06 | |
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12. | Malediction - Waste | 02:29 | |
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13. | Malediction - Longterm Result | 06:22 | |
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14. | Malediction - System Fear | 06:22 | |
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15. | Malediction - Sick New Facts | ||
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16. | Malediction - Murdered from Within | 03:54 | |
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17. | Malediction - Infestation | ||
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18. | Malediction - Intro / System Fear | ||
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19. | Malediction - Waste | ||
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20. | Malediction - Murdered from Within | ||
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01:10:20 |
Total Fucking Darkness
Members | |
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Band members | |
Paul | Guitars |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul | Guitars |
Ben | Keyboards |
Rob | Bass |
Darren | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dani | Artwork |
Jim Partridge | Engineering |
Paul the Unsung | Engineering assistant |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Thee I Invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thou art pale hecate Rising from thessaly You´re in my dreams The Darkness in my heart The rapture in their screams Black Goddess Rise... |
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2. | Unbridled at Dusk | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen Cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging raven-black lust Unbridled at dusk I breathe the bestial air Rapaciously profound Forbidden knowledge and desire we seek He who walks below the ground And as marble eyes begin to weep "Die you fucker!" is my cry No feeble Lord shall enflame the sky Drums out of darkness listen well! |
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3. | The Raping of Faith | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved Faith The gardens swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight The velveret whisper at play with her hair Midnight Crue vehemence bares the scene to close In jealousy come for her Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes She suffers in silence Violence fills the air Blood thickens in hatred Madness shrouds her court in darkness |
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4. | As Deep as Any Burial | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives... |
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5. | Fraternally Yours, 666 (Outro) | 00:27 | Show lyrics |
Pour submission into me No church shall bar our paths Seductive evil drink... your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms Where scorn is fed in the blackest fucking soul! |
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23:54 |
Total Fucking Darkness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul | Guitars |
Ben | Keyboards |
Rob | Bass |
Paul | Guitars |
Darren | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul the Unsung | Engineering assistant |
Dani | Artwork |
Jim Partridge | Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Spattered in Faeces | 05:46 | |
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2. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Thee I Invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thou art pale hecate Rising from thessaly You´re in my dreams The Darkness in my heart The rapture in their screams Black Goddess Rise... |
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3. | As Deep as Any Burial | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives... |
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Side B | |||
4. | Unbridled at Dusk | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen Cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging raven-black lust Unbridled at dusk I breathe the bestial air Rapaciously profound Forbidden knowledge and desire we seek He who walks below the ground And as marble eyes begin to weep "Die you fucker!" is my cry No feeble Lord shall enflame the sky Drums out of darkness listen well! |
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5. | The Raping of Faith | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved Faith The gardens swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight The velveret whisper at play with her hair Midnight Crue vehemence bares the scene to close In jealousy come for her Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes She suffers in silence Violence fills the air Blood thickens in hatred Madness shrouds her court in darkness |
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6. | Fraternally Yours, 666 (Outro) | 00:27 | Show lyrics |
Pour submission into me No church shall bar our paths Seductive evil drink... your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms Where scorn is fed in the blackest fucking soul! |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Devil Mayfair (Advocatus Diaboli) | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
By all the Gods of the Pit I command that those things of which I speak shall come to pass! Come forth and answer to your names by manifesting my desire! |
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2. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved... And the fear retreats forever When my secrets are buried in thine Under seven stars we came together To plot the new age’s decline That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you |
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3. | Seance and Mandrake | 01:32 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
4. | The Raping of Faith | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved Faith The garden swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues In the pale moonlight The velvet whisper at play with her hair Midnight Crue vehemence bares the scene to close In jealously come for her Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes She suffers in silence Violence fills the air Blood thickens in hatred Madness shrouds her court in darkness |
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5. | Unbridled at Dusk | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen Cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging raven-black lust Unbridled at dusk I breath the bestial air Rapaciously profound Forbidden knowledge and desire we seek He who walks below the ground And as marble eyes begin to weep "Die you fucker!" is my cry No feeble Lord shall enflame the sky Drums out of the darkness listen well! |
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6. | Hekate Enthroned | 01:18 | instrumental |
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27:39 |
Total Fucking Darkness
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul | Guitars |
Ben | Keyboards |
Rob | Bass |
Paul | Guitars |
Darren | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul the Unsung | Engineering assistant |
Dani | Artwork |
Jim Partridge | Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Spattered in Faeces | 05:46 | |
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2. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Thee I Invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thou art pale hecate Rising from thessaly You´re in my dreams The Darkness in my heart The rapture in their screams Black Goddess Rise... |
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3. | As Deep as Any Burial | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives... |
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Side B | |||
4. | Unbridled at Dusk | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen Cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging raven-black lust Unbridled at dusk I breathe the bestial air Rapaciously profound Forbidden knowledge and desire we seek He who walks below the ground And as marble eyes begin to weep "Die you fucker!" is my cry No feeble Lord shall enflame the sky Drums out of darkness listen well! |
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5. | The Raping of Faith | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved Faith The gardens swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight The velveret whisper at play with her hair Midnight Crue vehemence bares the scene to close In jealousy come for her Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes She suffers in silence Violence fills the air Blood thickens in hatred Madness shrouds her court in darkness |
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6. | Fraternally Yours, 666 (Outro) | 00:27 | Show lyrics |
Pour submission into me No church shall bar our paths Seductive evil drink... your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms Where scorn is fed in the blackest fucking soul! |
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29:40 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Devil Mayfair (Advocatus Diaboli) | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
By all the Gods of the Pit I command that those things of which I speak shall come to pass! Come forth and answer to your names by manifesting my desire! |
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2. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved... And the fear retreats forever When my secrets are buried in thine Under seven stars we came together To plot the new age’s decline That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you |
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3. | Seance and Mandrake | 01:32 | instrumental |
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4. | The Raping of Faith | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved Faith The garden swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues In the pale moonlight The velvet whisper at play with her hair Midnight Crue vehemence bares the scene to close In jealously come for her Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes She suffers in silence Violence fills the air Blood thickens in hatred Madness shrouds her court in darkness |
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5. | Unbridled at Dusk | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen Cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging raven-black lust Unbridled at dusk I breath the bestial air Rapaciously profound Forbidden knowledge and desire we seek He who walks below the ground And as marble eyes begin to weep "Die you fucker!" is my cry No feeble Lord shall enflame the sky Drums out of the darkness listen well! |
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6. | Hekate Enthroned | 01:18 | instrumental |
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27:39 |
Total Fucking Darkness
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul | Guitars |
Ben | Keyboards |
Rob | Bass |
Paul | Guitars |
Darren | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul the Unsung | Engineering assistant |
Dani | Artwork |
Jim Partridge | Engineering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Spattered in Faeces | 05:46 | |
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2. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:46 | Show lyrics |
Thee I Invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thou art pale hecate Rising from thessaly You´re in my dreams The Darkness in my heart The rapture in their screams Black Goddess Rise... |
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3. | As Deep as Any Burial | 04:25 | Show lyrics |
Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives... |
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4. | Unbridled at Dusk | 07:59 | Show lyrics |
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen Cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging raven-black lust Unbridled at dusk I breathe the bestial air Rapaciously profound Forbidden knowledge and desire we seek He who walks below the ground And as marble eyes begin to weep "Die you fucker!" is my cry No feeble Lord shall enflame the sky Drums out of darkness listen well! |
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5. | The Raping of Faith | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved Faith The gardens swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight The velveret whisper at play with her hair Midnight Crue vehemence bares the scene to close In jealousy come for her Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes She suffers in silence Violence fills the air Blood thickens in hatred Madness shrouds her court in darkness |
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6. | Fraternally Yours, 666 (Outro) | 01:22 | Show lyrics |
Pour submission into me No church shall bar our paths Seductive evil drink... your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms Where scorn is fed in the blackest fucking soul! |
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7. | Devil Mayfair (Advocatus Diaboli) | 05:07 | Show lyrics |
By all the Gods of the Pit I command that those things of which I speak shall come to pass! Come forth and answer your names by manifesting my desire! |
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8. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved... And the fear retreats forever When my secrets are buried in thine Under seven stars we came together To plot the new age’s decline That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you |
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9. | The Raping of Faith | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved Faith The garden swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues In the pale moonlight The velvet whisper at play with her hair Midnight Crue vehemence bares the scene to close In jealously come for her Temper your crude rod beneath her clothes She suffers in silence Violence fills the air Blood thickens in hatred Madness shrouds her court in darkness |
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10. | Unbridled at Dusk | 07:24 | Show lyrics |
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen Cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging raven-black lust Unbridled at dusk I breath the bestial air Rapaciously profound Forbidden knowledge and desire we seek He who walks below the ground And as marble eyes begin to weep "Die you fucker!" is my cry No feeble Lord shall enflame the sky Drums out of the darkness listen well! |
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57:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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Side B | |||
9. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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10. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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11. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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51:43 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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Side B | |||
8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddes Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) When my secrets are buried in thine (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) To plot the new age’s decline (Come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me And help me seize My future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows, What dreams hast thou to show? Who treads the silent meadows, To worship thee below?" |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
8. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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Side B | |||
9. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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10. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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11. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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51:43 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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Side B | |||
9. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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10. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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11. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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12. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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13. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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51:43 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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4. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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5. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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6. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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Side B | |||
8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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51:43 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
Side B | |||
7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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51:43 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Craven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead, eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swepthid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god’? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reasonDeath in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new fleshRead, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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14. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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15. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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16. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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17. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... |
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The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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51:43 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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Side B | |||
8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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28:47 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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2. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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3. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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4. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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5. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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22:56 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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8. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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9. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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10. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
11. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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12. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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13. | Imperium Tenebrarum | 00:49 | Show lyrics |
Swords in hand at the bloody fields of history We rend our blades through dogma and humility Carve the future according to our will Set worlds ablaze with our seething fire. Let you all acknowledge that we are here As masters to rule this failing humanity Our beings formed in rage and defiance With strength to trample the weak and the foolish. And so we march with burning brands Temples of flame on our path to glory. |
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52:32 |
The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul A. | Guitars |
Paul R. | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Benjamin | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Frater Nihil | Vocals (track 13) |
Soror Proselenos | Cello |
Andrea Meyer | Vocals (female) |
Darren White | Vocals (additional) (track 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Chris Bell | Photography (cover) |
Paul Harries | Photography (band) |
Frater Nihil | Lyrics (track 13) |
Mark | Photography (portraits) |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mags | Producer, Mixing |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) | 02:00 | Show lyrics |
(Instrumental) Agios o(s) Satanas! |
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2. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die. Sie sind es die sich An der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der (finsteren) Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood-red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life From Chaos born, out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again. The forest whispers my name. Come on! I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ... In the whispering forest. |
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4. | Iscariot | 02:33 | instrumental |
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5. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:48 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms. You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union as one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her. Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me... Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (come to me... Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age’s decline (come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me. And help me seize My future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you... You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace! Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly |
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6. | One Final Graven Kiss | 02:15 | instrumental |
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7. | A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Spells lay daggers before me Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain The tumour grows until the enemy is slain. (Gut the Church) Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. A black Age of Fire Brief in its vicious eloquence Removing the dross Love will arise from the ashes of your loss. Then and only then Will the pleasure of Eden be mine And the sinews of life itself will be tied In the very veins of my bloodline. And your tears tasted sweet... I will rule as a king And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy. Blasphemy! Slightless storm Knee-deep in hate I seethe My purpose here has woken to breathe Total war on the brethren of men Millions regardless Dying by my hand. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem The lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos, my steed in the thick, clinging dust Tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the east to fulfill prophecies Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease. The blood is the life! The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right. I kill without scruple or silent regret In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain Tiny red miracles falling like... rain. The incessant pall of death surrounds me But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed There will be no dread thereafter The mysteries I reveal unto thee. I stir the hearts of the wisest By the fools I will always be feared My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... On the pale reflection of dawn. Devour the Sun! |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | To Eve the Art of Witchcraft | 05:28 | Show lyrics |
Crawl in awful stealth to me forever a voyeur I’ve been Nocturnal Goddess of the moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve And yearning keeps me, captive of desire. Make me as a flower that grows Forever in your throne That I might pollinate the world With darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes The fire of life that never dies Tear deeper through my paper wounds And never leave inside. Love shall consume and bathe the Lady Whom I worship and ride thereon She will greet me as a serpent In her dark, secret Eden And I will always want For her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire....) My soul is poisoned from within My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give My soul is poisoned from within. Wisdom breeds, fecundity And her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire. To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway to that darkness lost. (Now dream...) I am the gentle stream That trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war Blowing through the savage garden My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust Like strings to be pulled and cut. I will make my puppets dance! The men will bow down before me To take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust I am all these things and more Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint The code of life and the bride of evil itself. Oh, the fevered need for Her. When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire The all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch The tree is plundered but I have the seed to be sown in thee. |
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2. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 08:10 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his God He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground. Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies. I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do what thou wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant God. The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige." Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways. Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by satanic decree If evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies. (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me. I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies. Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling through my brain Take me, mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang. That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their Jesus fucking "god". We will ride again. We will ride again. We will ride again in the midnight skies. |
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3. | In Secret Love We Drown | 01:29 | instrumental |
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4. | A Dream of Wolves in the Snow | 02:10 | Show lyrics |
Oh, listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) May dreams be brought that I might reach. The gentle strains of midnight speech, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor. Through the swirling snow, Volkh’s children come. To run with me, to hunt as one, to snatch the lambs of Christ. From where they fall From where they fall... |
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5. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene. I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrified Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled Dash towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch her veil Reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end "We are what we were, what we shall be, again" Again... Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others in.... Summer’s dying... |
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22:56 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Luna | Succubi model |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispered My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, oderiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will. . The forest whispers my name. . again and again I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The Principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled. . . . In the whispering forest |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Luna | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Luna | Succubi model |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Luna | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Luna | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Luna | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
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Side A | |||
1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
V Empire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals, Lyrics |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Rachel | Vocals (backing) |
Keith Appleton | Keyboards (track 5) |
Lady Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Cneajna | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Luna | Succubi model |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Gabrielle | Succubi model |
Frater Nihil | Photography |
Mags | Producer |
Keith Appleton | Engineering |
Nilesh | Mastering |
Eileen | Succubi model |
Vida | Succubi model |
Scarlet | Succubi model |
Chris Bell | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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2. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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3. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:27 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | instrumental |
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6. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in extremis, invading tempestuos skies. When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose, and Narcissus’ date as their prize. Blinded by Diana’s mirror! Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn. And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive, the horrors performed on her shores. As jewelled Ishtar, in darker aeons, Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp. Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind, now inspires catharsis to dance. Through the weave of white vaults, where the shadows revolt. At the incest of spiritual love, Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts. Spatter virginal breasts with their blood! The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe. Thirst-ridden wolves serenade a moon. Who seems no mistress of Herself! Heavens pour forth vast casualties! Thy host given up for me, thou which wert once and then ceased to be. Art now ensconced to chapters of a lengthening tragedy, whilst we scream free. Deep forests impale the sinister mist, their sorcery taught to the clouds. Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish, to vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds. Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl, as psyche to sapphic lament. Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses, whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death! Desires, I was loath to lose, to the virgin-bloodied priests. Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene, and sought to savour her as a beast. Her aching sex, a rose undone. As mine in tears and spasms wrung. Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone, has built thee a marbled stair. By candlelight to Eden and serpentine throne, where ravens rape the tenanting angels there. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves, our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged. Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid. Like fireflies lunge to her maw, midst crashing black waves. Remember with pride what thou art. Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past. When dark royalties drank of despair, idols hewed down ’neath a desert God’s stare. In thrall to revenges sworn there, what dreams could we farther, when farther we fell to nightmare? Well versed in misery, We have lain naked in darkest ravines. Now the sun has set in slumber, we delight like serpents in arousal, coiled to strike at the light. Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth, uncloister jaded harlots once served. Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed. Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse! The laughter of Khaos, Gatekeepers flee the onslaught. Hurry, else Death may spy us here, and quicken the pulse of dawn! Embering flames writhe to life again! The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn. Huntress, draw back the silvered bow! Thy dogs set upon the manger, the enemy in throes. Whilst drifting forgs devour, all hallows witching hour, On this long, dark séance for the soul. A World enslaved to flame, bondage in Phallustein. Pleasure temples for my bride! Nubian grace swiftly seize, thieves blood-divine. Empires thrive on sacrifice! |
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36:23 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Band members | |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Dani | Vocals |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Eileen | Cover model |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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Side A | |||
1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemetery Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil’s whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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5. | Nocturnal Supremacy ’96 | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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Side B | |||
6. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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7. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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8. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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9. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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10. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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59:05 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Humana Onspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemetery Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil’s whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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Side B | |||
6. | Nocturnal Supremacy ’96 | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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7. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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8. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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9. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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10. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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59:05 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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Side B | |||
5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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53:12 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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Side B | |||
5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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53:12 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Nocturnal Supremacy ’96 | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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6. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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7. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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8. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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9. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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10. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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10. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guards the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning whole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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11. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:54 | instrumental |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Nocturnal Supremacy ’96 | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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6. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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7. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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8. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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9. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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10. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Nocturnal Supremacy ’96 | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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6. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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7. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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8. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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9. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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10. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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11. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guards the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning whole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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12. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:54 | instrumental |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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Side A | |||
1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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Side B | |||
6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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10. | Hell Awaits (Slayer Cover) | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guards the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning whole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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11. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:54 | instrumental |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Eileen | Cover model |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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Side A | |||
1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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5. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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6. | A Gothic Romance | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemetery Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil’s whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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7. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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8. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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9. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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10. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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59:16 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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53:12 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Eileen | Cover model |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Nocturnal Supremacy ’96 | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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6. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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7. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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8. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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9. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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10. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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59:10 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Eileen | Cover model |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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Side A | |||
1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Garpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong.... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this repose, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masturbating in their graves On her zenith to come.... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness.... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Nocturnal Supremacy ’96 | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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5. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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6. | A Gothing Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemetery Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil’s whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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7. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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8. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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9. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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10. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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59:10 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Nocturnal Supremacy ’96 | 05:58 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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6. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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7. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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8. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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9. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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10. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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59:10 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Eileen | Cover model |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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10. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:41 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guards the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning whole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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11. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:54 | instrumental |
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12. | Nocturnal Supremacy ’96 | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Eileen | Cover model |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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10. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:49 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves children The reign in flesh begins again... V empire Funereal majesty awake Cneajna wreathed in snake Draconis talons rake... So haunted is my silent heart Dreaming only of the moon When velvet darkness falls tonight The thirst crescends anew... Only for you Inspired to mortal nightmare Ebony dressed for sunset In the dulcet whispers of the Damned... |
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11. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:40 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, oderiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will. . The forest whispers my name. . again and again I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The Principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled. . . . In the whispering forest |
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12. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. The dead would sing for me! Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Princess lay down thy florid cheek in drunken splendour. Tonight rare regal fate has cast the wolves among the sheep. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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13. | She Mourns a Lengthening Shadow | 03:42 | Show lyrics |
Hasten to the bridal bed - Underneath the grave ’tis spread: In darkness may our love be hid, Oblivion be our coverlid - We may rest, and nione forbid. Percy Bysshe Shelley |
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14. | The Rape and Ruin of Angels (Hosannas in Extremis) | 08:52 | Show lyrics |
Hosannas in Extremis Invading tempestuous skies When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose And Narcissus’ date as their prize Blinded by Diana’s mirror Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive The horrors performed on Her shores As jewelled Ishtar, in darker Aeons Trespassed Ereshkigal’s grasp Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind Now inspires Catharsis to dance Through the weave of white vaults Where the shadows revolt At the incest of spiritual love Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts Spatter virginal breasts with their blood The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve (Thirst-ridden) Wolves serenade a moon Who seems no mistress of Herself And heavens pour forth vast casualties Thy host given up for me Thou which wert once and then ceased to be Art now ensconced to chapters Of a lengthening tragedy Whilst we scream free Deep forests impale the sinister mist Their sorcery taught to the clouds Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl As Psyche to Sapphic lament Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses Whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death "Desires I was loath to lose To the virgin-bloodied priests Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as a beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms wrung" Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho’s stone has built thee a marbled stair By candlelight to Eden abd Serpentine throne Where ravens rape the tenanting angels there Hurry, else Death may spy us here And quicken the pulse of dawn Embering flames writhe to life again The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn Huntress, draw back the silvered bow Thy dogs set upon the manger The enemyy in throes... Whilst drifting fogs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid Like fireflies plunge to Her maw, midst crashing black waves "Remember with pride what thou art Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past" When Dark royalties drank of despair Idols hewed down ’neath a desert god’s stare In thrall to revenges sworn there What dreams could we father, when farther we fell To nightmare... ? "Well versed in misery We have lain naked in darkest ravines Now the sun has set in slumber, We delight Like serpents in arousal Coiled to strike at the light" Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth Uncloister jaded harlots once served Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse The laughter of Khaos Gatekeepers flee the onslaught A World enslaved to flame Bondage in Phallustine Pleasure temples for my bride Nubian grace swiftly seize Thieves blood-divine Empires thrive on sacrifice |
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01:19:08 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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53:12 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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53:12 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Eileen | Cover model |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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53:12 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Eileen | Cover model |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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Side B | |||
4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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30:58 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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2. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
3. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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4. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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22:14 |
Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Eileen | Cover model |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Robin | Bass |
Damien | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (additional) (track 9) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Chris Bell | Photography |
Nigel Wingrove | Art direction |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Eileen | Cover model |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Gian | Songwriting (track 5) |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exorcist | Engineering |
Sato Devinn | Effects |
Simon Marsden (R.I.P. 2012) | Photography |
Salvatore | Artwork |
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1. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:24 | instrumental |
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2. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous! Devildom voyeurs, ascend to smother the light. Nascent aeons confer! Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea. Serrated mountains of mad shadows, carving towards misdeed. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. We are as a flame born unto the darkness. Desires burning in palatial glades. And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us. Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves. Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. Artemis, spread the bliss of this Lupercalia. With stars erased, throw wide the gates, the infidel soon unmasks her face. Neath silken shroud she waxes horn, sharpened to skewer dawn. I am as a plague, born to the priestess. The secret amour of her archangelic rape. Jaded-eyed when my lovers possessed. Screamed out their agonies upon the stake. Wreak atrocities on those we have despised. Judgements be riven, from the skies. Darkness empower, let us master prophecy. Fulfilling destiny, the promised fever. Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy. Written in flesh across the howling ether. The most August sorcerers of Hades, darkly seized for me a throne. And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed, vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone. From this ransacked celestial temple, I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations. Tremble before us, Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres. Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires. Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth. Our voices are opened graves, through which the never-dead escape. From dank, abyssic dream, pursuing ascendancy. Stormchoirs gather, a pestilential hiss. Sunset evokes Luciferian fire, the skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice. Supernal vestments hang tattered, cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory. Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers, poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees. The enemy has held three seasons. Imparadised, whilst we writhed, to psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree. Now freed to plunder, heaven torn asunder. |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:24 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (Red Roses for the Devil’s Whore) | 08:35 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea. A jewel more radiant than the moon, lowered her mask to me. The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire, would marvel at making their queen. Infusing the air with her fragrant desire, and my heart reeled with grave poetry. From grace I fell in love with her. Scent and feline lure, And jade woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest. Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night. She lulled me away from the rich masquerade, and together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight. Pearled Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck, like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of sweet voices and statues, that phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seductress in black, took me. In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn, I tore free of my sleep, sepulchre. On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn. Lamented the spectre of her. Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete, I hungered for past overtures. The curse of unrest and her ardent caress, came much more than my soul could endure. I, at once endeavoured to see her again. Stirring from midnight’s inertia, knowing not even her name. On a thin precipice over carnal abyss, I danced like a blind acolyte. Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine, suffused with the perfume of night. For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds, in vain that we might meet. When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued, I sought refuge in a cemeterty. Sleep, usher dreams. Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether. Mistress of the dark, I now know what thou art. Screams haunt my sleep, dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together. Lamia and Lemures, spawned thee leche to snare my flesh. Portrait of the dead countess! Deep stained pain that I had dreamt. Flaunted demise, life’s punishment. Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb. But poised nectar within my stirs, up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search. Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons. Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon. In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels. Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell, to mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet. Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette. Fleeting, enshadowed, thou art privy to my sin. Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict the cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me with crimson sacrifice. So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss and weep with new-found life? Red roses for the Devil’s whore! Dark angels taste my tears, and whisper haunting requiems, softly to mine ear, need-fires have lured abominations here. Nocturnal pulse, my veins spill forth their water. Rent by lips I cherish most. Awash on her perfidious shores, where drowning umbra o’er the stars, ebon’s graves where lovers whore, like seraphim and Nahemah! Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest. Blind reason against thee, enchantress. For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed. Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry. Did not the queen of heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company, as the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves. Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn, in a graveyard of angels rent in cool marbled stone. I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet, enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette. |
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5. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes. Through sweet death and thereafter, weeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:09 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:29 | instrumental |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away. My anguished soul doth strain, on taut and twisted reins. Yet, insatiate I still remain. Like a proud, unfallen star, that dares thee from afar, to calm my thund’rous heart. Else, rend it’s knots apart. So I may never sing of jewelled skies o’er my strings. And love, a wanton thing, can plunge on burnt black wings, to hang amid the thorns in scarlet, like velvet worn, about the clouded moon, who wanes in solitude. I am alone, thirsting for the dark, that lurks beneath marbled stone. What black witchcraft, Shalt prise thee from thy dreams, and what perverse world-strategy, will wend it’s way with thee from sleep? Rouse my disease, and with cadent naked dance I shalt teach thee, wisdom of darkness, from earth and red sea. Lightbearing Samael, coalesce with me. Twilight, through pagan city gates, bred shadows play like twining snake. By candlelight Thanateros rites. Death seduced and chaos wakes. Obsession grips, blindragon fever. In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies! And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva, upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice. Virtue births a demon! Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night. Winged Lilith born for want of Eden. Fanning plumes of harlotry, like pearls before the desert swine! The skies, they darken and the oceans part. Storm forth indignant Kraken, reborn Venus as thou art. Feasting at my banquet of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled, the tides from lonely Diana! For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb! Be with us, come! Unveil the ancient flame, Throw the cats, our enemies. Desire’s menstrual strain. Eastern Devil eyes, a cruel erotic plague! The Shekhina is in exile, and the Israelites enslaved! Midnight, Jerusalem! A tenebrous phantasy revelates to men. Their celestial walls crumble, when walks the Xul. Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon. The centuries of wait have all but gone. Behold, dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on. Now worship everything! |
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9. | Haunted Shores | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade. Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned. And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name, sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed. The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings, to an England re-arisen under vast majestic wings. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. From the woods, Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius. A proud, audacious king mantled in the vehemence of lust. Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided. In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided. Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court. And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought. From wounds a traitor wrought! I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot. How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost. Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave. Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp, of the naiad neath the silvered lake. When waters stirred lay silent, mistress let the mists descend. Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart, His sombre gaze defies legend. More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes, art for the Banshees song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon, the haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon! Bury me in velvet dream, lest I unduly wake. And seek to reconcile my thirst, with the cowardly tailors of my fate. Unleash mastiffs of snarling night, to overthrow, plague and burn. As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead, to scheme of my return. Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm. A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn. Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword. Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war. The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free. This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds. These are the shores where to my soul, blood drenched and unredeemed. Shalt seek solace in secrets told, through the whispers of a dream. I have awoken from the past, glenfully with the shadows over England’s bitter skies. I prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink. Remember me as king when I cradle Hell to stars. Like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast. Venom forces workthius arts of devil’s and priestess. Thus I shall rule anew through the sinews of a song. Played upon a storm by the ghosts of Avalon. And all in league will bow to me, from death they shall ascend, to whisper weals of war to stir the dark one in men. The principle black metal masterplan! |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows Playing torture chamber music allegretto Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo Skinless the dark shall scream Hoarse Her symphonies Deathmashed as the moon That had lifted Her dreams And frowned on the winding steps down To where the vulgar strayed, Taunting sick Her tender prey She glided in Her bridal gown How sleep the pure Desire in Violent Overture An emanation of phantom madness The Countess beheld in shroud By girls bereft of future vows Soon to wed in white the frosted ground Burning like a brand on the countenance of god A yearning took Her hand to His Seraphim, bound Deep red hissed the cat whips On the whim of ill-will Whilst She entranced, nonchalant, abliss Flayed further songs of overkill How weep the pure Desire in Violent overture In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses Pooled blood and broken dolls A torchlit shadow theatre souled With the echoed cries of lives She stole Killing time She struck the hours dead In Her control Thus menopaused Her clock of hacked out cunts Began to toll "Thirteen chimes of ancient strain I conjure forth with dirge That fills the void with timbred pain To fulfil my sexual urge" Frights came wailing from the Darkside Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes Velvet, their voices coffined Her in slumber Bespattered and appeased As pregnant skies outside bore thunder How sleep the pure Desire in violent overture As when high winds Attune whipped trees Her savage nature pitched Would once again conduct the pleas Of those She loved to agonies As if it were The first time every night That She carved Her seal In the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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Side B | |||
7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Thirteen Autumns and Widow | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Desire in Violent Overture | 02:20 | instrumental |
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5. | A Murder of Ravens in Fugue | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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6. | Venus in Fear | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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8. | Benighted like Usher | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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9. | Eyes That Witnessed Madness | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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1. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Relicking of Cadaverous Wounds) | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
An Archangel in bondage Bediademed, souled With a murder of ravens But no less Astarte to behold Abandoned by Heaven To the dead, dark and past Cast Her dispersions On life’s brittle glass And though Her eyes still held fire As stonewalls caged the beast ’Gainst the lassitudes of Death She fought but fell to greet And midst lies in collusion She was martyred to teach That "Divinity and Lust Are forever forbidden to meet" But I swore that they would Before the veil could part our embrace Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed And promised Christendom in flames Gravid with madness Like a feculent dirge That obsesses the heart I am covened by words To avenge Her Ebon splendour And surrender My soul to the dead to achieve Prophecies of libidinous scourge Horripilation braying o’er carious herds Vexing nightmares And their weak prayers To a no one there To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see The meat that is their congregation How they plead to the skies But this is mere foreplay to war Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest A psychophant, the despoiler of faith Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese For Her interred I tore a battle banner from His hide Splashed in red goetia Hues of Hell and deicide So came the night Its obsidian light Is a master whom disasters Suck upon like concubines And under black skirts That whisper of delight Darkseeds near fruition Darked deeds to marry mine "In Death’s bed I have lain Paying lip-service to shame But for dreaming of thee I regain A reason to seek life again" Then we smite the divine For our true nature is sin To strip tender flesh from these swine Like the lick of carnivorous winds The breath of the storm that begins By forcing its Herod tongue in The womb of the holy virgin To taste of immaculate sin From temptation’s peak we will see The world unfurled at last Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind Shall be as one in grim repast Commemorating sickle moons The pack are poised to reap A scythe of white roses in bloom Whose twisted thorns will keep A crown upon a dead man Daylights crucified in sleep And lives that hide in scriptured lies To the memories of a scream And we shall dance amid the ruin As Adam and Evil Dizzy at the falling stars That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval If all must we damn for this moment Then it shall be so For our souls have crossed oceans of time To clasp one another more tightly Than Death could alone... As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl The talons of lust rake a clarion call To the lick of carnivorous winds The lick of carnivorous winds WINDS!. . . Gravid with madness Like a feculent dirge That obsesses the heart I am covened by words To avenge Her Ebon splendour And surrender My soul to the dead to achieve Prophecies of libidinous scourge Horripilation braying o’er carious herds Vexing nightmares And their weak prayers To a no one there To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see The meat that is their congregation |
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2. | Black Metal (Venom cover) | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Black is the night metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams magic and dreams Satan records their first note. We chime the bell chaos in hell Metal for maniacs pure. Fast melting steel fortune on wheels Brain haemorrhage is the cure. For Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll Freaking so wild nobody’s mild Giving it all that you’ve got. Wild is so right metal tonight Faster than over the top Open the core enter hells door Black is the code for tonight Atomic force feel no remorse Crank up the amps now it’s night. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal. lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll metal ten fold through the deadly black hole riding hells stallions bareback and free taking our chances with raw energy Come ride the night with us Rock hard and fight United my legions we stand Freak hard and wild for us Give up your souls Live for the quest Satan’s band Let’s fucking go. Against the odds black metal gods Fight to achieve our goal Casting a spell leather and hell Black metal gods rock `n’ roll Building up steam nuclear screams Warheads are ready to fight Black leather hounds faster than sound Metal our purpose in life. Fuck everything that fucking metal, Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock ’n’ roll Black Metal. |
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3. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails (The Cruci-Fiction Mix) | 05:32 | |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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2. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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5. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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7. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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8. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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9. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atricity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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5. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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Side A | |||
1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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Side B | |||
7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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11. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:09 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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01:05:56 |
Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
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9. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Relicking of Cadaverous Wounds) | 07:48 | Show lyrics |
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10. | Black Metal (Venom cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
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11. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Shallow Be My Grave) (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
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12. | Sodomy & Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:44 | Show lyrics |
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13. | Twisting Further Nails (The Cruci-Fiction Mix) | 05:32 | |
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01:16:58 |
Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria: Benighted like Usher / A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / Eyes That Witnessed Madness | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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11. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:26 | Show lyrics |
Thee I Invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thou art pale hecate Rising from thessaly You´re in my dreams The Darkness in my heart The rapture in their screams Black Goddess Rise... |
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12. | Unbodied of Dusk | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark solstice fever burns in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed Ravaging Raven-Lust Unbridled at dusk |
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13. | The Raping of Faith | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved faith The gardens swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight The velveret whisper at play with her hair |
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14. | As Deep as Any Burial | 04:04 | Show lyrics |
Thrill, kill the black cult Walk among the weak by night Affliction... Deep as any burial Take their worthless lives... |
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15. | a) As Deep as Any Burial b) Fraternallv Yours c) 666 (Outro) | 00:27 | Show lyrics |
Pour submission into me No church shall bar our paths Seductive evil drink... your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms Where scorn is fed in the blackest fucking soul! |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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1. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Relicking of Cadaverous Wounds) | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
An Archangel in bondage Bediademed, souled With a murder of ravens But no less Astarte to behold Abandoned by Heaven To the dead, dark and past Cast Her dispersions On life’s brittle glass And though Her eyes still held fire As stonewalls caged the beast ’Gainst the lassitudes of Death She fought but fell to greet And midst lies in collusion She was martyred to teach That "Divinity and Lust Are forever forbidden to meet" But I swore that they would Before the veil could part our embrace Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed And promised Christendom in flames Gravid with madness Like a feculent dirge That obsesses the heart I am covened by words To avenge Her Ebon splendour And surrender My soul to the dead to achieve Prophecies of libidinous scourge Horripilation braying o’er carious herds Vexing nightmares And their weak prayers To a no one there To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see The meat that is their congregation How they plead to the skies But this is mere foreplay to war Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest A psychophant, the despoiler of faith Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese For Her interred I tore a battle banner from His hide Splashed in red goetia Hues of Hell and deicide So came the night Its obsidian light Is a master whom disasters Suck upon like concubines And under black skirts That whisper of delight Darkseeds near fruition Darked deeds to marry mine "In Death’s bed I have lain Paying lip-service to shame But for dreaming of thee I regain A reason to seek life again" Then we smite the divine For our true nature is sin To strip tender flesh from these swine Like the lick of carnivorous winds The breath of the storm that begins By forcing its Herod tongue in The womb of the holy virgin To taste of immaculate sin From temptation’s peak we will see The world unfurled at last Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind Shall be as one in grim repast Commemorating sickle moons The pack are poised to reap A scythe of white roses in bloom Whose twisted thorns will keep A crown upon a dead man Daylights crucified in sleep And lives that hide in scriptured lies To the memories of a scream And we shall dance amid the ruin As Adam and Evil Dizzy at the falling stars That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval If all must we damn for this moment Then it shall be so For our souls have crossed oceans of time To clasp one another more tightly Than Death could alone... As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl The talons of lust rake a clarion call To the lick of carnivorous winds The lick of carnivorous winds WINDS!. . . Gravid with madness Like a feculent dirge That obsesses the heart I am covened by words To avenge Her Ebon splendour And surrender My soul to the dead to achieve Prophecies of libidinous scourge Horripilation braying o’er carious herds Vexing nightmares And their weak prayers To a no one there To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see The meat that is their congregation |
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2. | Black Metal (Venom cover) | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Black is the night metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams magic and dreams Satan records their first note. We chime the bell chaos in hell Metal for maniacs pure. Fast melting steel fortune on wheels Brain haemorrhage is the cure. For Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll Freaking so wild nobody’s mild Giving it all that you’ve got. Wild is so right metal tonight Faster than over the top Open the core enter hells door Black is the code for tonight Atomic force feel no remorse Crank up the amps now it’s night. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal. lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll metal ten fold through the deadly black hole riding hells stallions bareback and free taking our chances with raw energy Come ride the night with us Rock hard and fight United my legions we stand Freak hard and wild for us Give up your souls Live for the quest Satan’s band Let’s fucking go. Against the odds black metal gods Fight to achieve our goal Casting a spell leather and hell Black metal gods rock `n’ roll Building up steam nuclear screams Warheads are ready to fight Black leather hounds faster than sound Metal our purpose in life. Fuck everything that fucking metal, Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock ’n’ roll Black Metal. |
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3. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails (The Cruci-Fiction Mix) | 05:32 | |
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Cruelty and the Beast
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
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Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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Side A | |||
1. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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2. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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5. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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7. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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58:47 |
Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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58:47 |
Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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1. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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2. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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3. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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4. | Lustmord And Wargasm (The Relicking Of Cadaverous Wounds) | 07:59 | |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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1. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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2. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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3. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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4. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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1. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Relicking of Cadaverous Wounds) | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
An Archangel in bondage Bediademed, souled With a murder of ravens But no less Astarte to behold Abandoned by Heaven To the dead, dark and past Cast Her dispersions On life’s brittle glass And though Her eyes still held fire As stonewalls caged the beast ’Gainst the lassitudes of Death She fought but fell to greet And midst lies in collusion She was martyred to teach That "Divinity and Lust Are forever forbidden to meet" But I swore that they would Before the veil could part our embrace Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed And promised Christendom in flames Gravid with madness Like a feculent dirge That obsesses the heart I am covened by words To avenge Her Ebon splendour And surrender My soul to the dead to achieve Prophecies of libidinous scourge Horripilation braying o’er carious herds Vexing nightmares And their weak prayers To a no one there To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see The meat that is their congregation How they plead to the skies But this is mere foreplay to war Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest A psychophant, the despoiler of faith Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese For Her interred I tore a battle banner from His hide Splashed in red goetia Hues of Hell and deicide So came the night Its obsidian light Is a master whom disasters Suck upon like concubines And under black skirts That whisper of delight Darkseeds near fruition Darked deeds to marry mine "In Death’s bed I have lain Paying lip-service to shame But for dreaming of thee I regain A reason to seek life again" Then we smite the divine For our true nature is sin To strip tender flesh from these swine Like the lick of carnivorous winds The breath of the storm that begins By forcing its Herod tongue in The womb of the holy virgin To taste of immaculate sin From temptation’s peak we will see The world unfurled at last Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind Shall be as one in grim repast Commemorating sickle moons The pack are poised to reap A scythe of white roses in bloom Whose twisted thorns will keep A crown upon a dead man Daylights crucified in sleep And lives that hide in scriptured lies To the memories of a scream And we shall dance amid the ruin As Adam and Evil Dizzy at the falling stars That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval If all must we damn for this moment Then it shall be so For our souls have crossed oceans of time To clasp one another more tightly Than Death could alone... As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl The talons of lust rake a clarion call To the lick of carnivorous winds The lick of carnivorous winds WINDS!. . . Gravid with madness Like a feculent dirge That obsesses the heart I am covened by words To avenge Her Ebon splendour And surrender My soul to the dead to achieve Prophecies of libidinous scourge Horripilation braying o’er carious herds Vexing nightmares And their weak prayers To a no one there To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see The meat that is their congregation |
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2. | Black Metal (Venom cover) | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Black is the night metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams magic and dreams Satan records their first note. We chime the bell chaos in hell Metal for maniacs pure. Fast melting steel fortune on wheels Brain haemorrhage is the cure. For Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll Freaking so wild nobody’s mild Giving it all that you’ve got. Wild is so right metal tonight Faster than over the top Open the core enter hells door Black is the code for tonight Atomic force feel no remorse Crank up the amps now it’s night. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal. lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll metal ten fold through the deadly black hole riding hells stallions bareback and free taking our chances with raw energy Come ride the night with us Rock hard and fight United my legions we stand Freak hard and wild for us Give up your souls Live for the quest Satan’s band Let’s fucking go. Against the odds black metal gods Fight to achieve our goal Casting a spell leather and hell Black metal gods rock `n’ roll Building up steam nuclear screams Warheads are ready to fight Black leather hounds faster than sound Metal our purpose in life. Fuck everything that fucking metal, Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock ’n’ roll Black Metal. |
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3. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails (The Cruci-Fiction Mix) | 05:32 | |
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Cruelty and the Beast
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
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Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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11. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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12. | Black Metal (Venom cover) | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Black is the night, metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams, magic and dreams Satan records the first note. We chime the bell, chaos and hell Metal for maniacs pure. Fast melting steel, fortune on wheels Brain hemorrhage is the cure For BLACK METAL Lay down your soul to the gods rock ’n’ roll Freaking so wild, nobody’s mild Giving it all that you’ve got. Wild is so right, metal tonight Faster than over the top. Open the door, enter hells core Black is the code for tonight Atomic force, feel no remorse Crank up the amps now it’s night BLACK METAL Lay down your soul to the gods rock ’n’ roll Metal ten fold through the deadly black hole Riding hells stallions bareback and free Faking our chances with raw energy Come ride the night with us Rock hard and fight United my legions we stand Freak hard and wild for us Give up your souls Live for the guest Satan’s band Against the odds, black metal gods Fight to achieve our goal Casting a spell, leather and hell Black metal gods rock ’n’ roll Building up steam, nuclear screams War-heads are ready to fight Black leather hounds, faster than sound Metal our purpose in life. Fuck everything, fuckin’ metal, BLACK METAL, BLACK METAL Lay down your soul to the gods rock ’n’ roll BLACK METAL |
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13. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip [Chorus]: Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me [Chorus] Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill, kill, kill Ordeals of thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed, curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this [Chorus] Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust |
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Cruelty and the Beast
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Original line-up | |
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted Like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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11. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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1. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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2. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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3. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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4. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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5. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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Cruelty and the Beast
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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1. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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2. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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3. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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4. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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5. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Ingrid Pitt (R.I.P. 2010) | Elizabeth Báthory Narration (tracks 7, 8) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Dan Sprigg | Engineering |
Mike Exeter | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Conductor |
Mez | Artwork, Layout |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:43 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:18 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Venus in Fear | 02:20 | instrumental |
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6. | Desire in Violent Overture | 04:16 | Show lyrics |
Nights came tralling ghost concertos, heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows. Playing torture chamber music allegretto, conducting over throes trashed to crescendo. Skinless the dark shall scream, hoarse her symphonies. Deathmashed as the moon that had lifted her dreams, And frowned on the winding steps down. To where the vulgar strayed, taunting sick her tender prey, she glided in her bridal gown! How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? An emanation of phantom madness, the Countess beheld in shroud. By girls bereft of future vows, soon to wed in white the frosted ground. Burning like a brand on the countenance of God. A yearning took her hand to his seraphim, bound. Deep red hissed the cat whips, on the whim of her ill-will. Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss. Flayed further songs of overkill. How weep the pure, desire in violent overture? In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses, pooled blood and broken dolls. A torchlit shadow theatre souled, with the echoed cries of lives she stole. Killing time, she struck the hours dead in her control. Thus menopaused, her clock of hacked out cunts began to toll. Thirteen chimes of ancient strain, I conjure forth with dirge. That fills the void with timbred pain, to fulfil my sexual urge. Frights came wailing from the darkside! Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes. Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber! Bespattered and appeased, as pregnant skies outside bore thunder. How sleep the pure, desire in violent overture? Desire in violent... As when high winds attune whipped trees, her savage nature pitched. Would once again conduct the pleas, of those she loved to agonies. As if it were the first time every night, that she carved her seal in the flesh of life. |
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7. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue... Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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8. | Bathory Aria (I: Benighted like Usher / II: A Murder of Ravens in Fugue / III: Eyes That Witnessed Madness) | 11:02 | Show lyrics |
I. Benighted Like Usher Snuffed tapers sighed as Death left impressing, his crest of cold tears on the Countess. Benighted like ill-fated Usher, the house of Bathory shrouded, beneath griefs dark facade. If only I could have wept in mourning by her side. I would have clasped her so tight, like storm-beached aphrodite, drowned on Kytherean tides. And Kissed her, for from her alone, my lips would have known. Enigmas of shadowy vistas. Where pleasures took flesh and pain, remorseless came freezing the breath, of raucous life hushed unto whispers. Benighted! Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept, through the crypt of her Lord who so lucidly slept. Benighted! Exhaling the wail of black widowhood’s toll, waxing eternal night entered her soul. II. A Murder Of Ravens In Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life, gnathic and sapphic needs begged gendercide. Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt, of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults. Encircled by glyphs midst her sin-sistered cult. With hangman’s abandon she plied spiritworlds. To Archangels in bondage, from light to night hurled. Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl. But soon her tarot proved, hybrid rumours spread like tumours, would accrue. And blight her stars, however scarred, to better bitter truths of cold bloodbaths. As bodies rose in rigid droves, to haunt her from their shallow burials imposed. When wolves exhumed, their carthen wombs, where heavy frosts had laboured long to bare their wounds. To the depths of her soul they pursued. Wielding their poison they flew, like a murder of ravens in fugue. And knowing their raptures would shatter her dreams. She clawed blackened books for damnation’s reprieve. Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies. So Hallow’s Eve as she received, like Bellona to the ball, those enemies. Fell-sisters heaved her torturies, cross stained flagstones to her carriage, reined to flee. But she knew she must brave the night through. Though fear crept a deathshead over the moon, like a murder of ravens in fugue. For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose, horror froze painted eyes to cold stares. And even her dance in the vast mirrors cast, looked the ill of her future, if fate feasted there. III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith, when rank scarecrows of Christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss, knowing well she was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march. Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced. With those succumbing to cruelty, crushed ’neath the gait of her dance. A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers, of sweet rose her thickets of black thorn had grasped. She demanded the heavens and forever to glean, the elixir of youth from the pure. Whilst her lesbian fantasies reamed to extremes, over decades unleashed came for blood’s silken cure. But her reign ended swiftly, for dark Gods dreamt too deep, to heed her pleas. When her gaolers were assailed, with condemnations from a priest. Who’d stammered rites in the dead of night, or maidens staining winding sheets. And she postured proud when her crimes were trowelled, and jezebelled to peasant lips. Though she smelt the fires that licked limbs higher, to the tortured cunts of accomplices. So ends this twisted fable’s worth, and though spared the pyre’s bite. By dint of nobled bloodlined birth, her crimes garnered her no respite. Forever severed from the thrill of coming night, where slow Death alone could grant her flight. The spirits have all but fled judgement. I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me. From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane. Beyond these walls, wherein condemned, to the gloom of an austere tomb. I pace with feral madness sent, through the pale beams of a guiltless moon. Who, bereft of necrologies, thus commands creation over the earth. Whilst I resign my lips to death. A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth, though one last wish is bequeathed by fate. My beauty shalt wilt, unseen. Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take, my soul to peace or Hell for company My soul to Hell for company... |
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9. | Portrait of the Dead Countess | 02:52 | instrumental |
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10. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) | 07:30 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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Cruelty and the Beast
Cruelty and the Beast
Cruelty and the Beast
PanDaemonAeon
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 5-8) |
Guest/Session | |
Dave Kunt | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
David Barnard | Director (tracks 4-7) |
Geoff Foulkes | Producer (tracks 4-7) |
Phil Burthem | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
Nico Rilla | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
John Fryer | Mixing (tracks 1, 2) |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Alex Chandon | Director (tracks 1, 2) |
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1. | Intro | 00:42 | instrumental |
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2. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Clean version) | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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3. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Per version) | 05:16 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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4. | The Un-making of... | 23:58 | |
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace (live) | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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6. | Beneath the Howling Stars (live) | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (live) | 07:09 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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8. | Malice Through the Looking Glass (live) | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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PanDaemonAeon
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 5-8) |
Guest/Session | |
Dave Kunt | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
David Barnard | Director (tracks 4-7) |
Geoff Foulkes | Producer (tracks 4-7) |
Phil Burthem | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
Nico Rilla | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
John Fryer | Mixing (tracks 1, 2) |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Alex Chandon | Director (tracks 1, 2) |
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Uncensored Version) | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead, eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swepthid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reasonDeath in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new fleshRead, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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2. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Cut version) | 05:16 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead, eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swepthid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reasonDeath in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new fleshRead, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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3. | The Un-making of... | 23:58 | |
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4. | Dusk and Her Embrace (live) | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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5. | Beneath the Howling Stars (live) | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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6. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (live) | 07:09 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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7. | Malice Through the Looking Glass (live) | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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01:03:40 |
PanDaemonAeon
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 5-8) |
Guest/Session | |
Dave Kunt | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
David Barnard | Director (tracks 4-7) |
Geoff Foulkes | Producer (tracks 4-7) |
Phil Burthem | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
Nico Rilla | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
John Fryer | Mixing (tracks 1, 2) |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Alex Chandon | Director (tracks 1, 2) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Uncensored Version) | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead, eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swepthid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reasonDeath in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new fleshRead, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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2. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Cut version) | 05:16 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead, eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swepthid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reasonDeath in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new fleshRead, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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3. | The Un-making of... | 23:58 | |
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4. | Dusk and Her Embrace (live) | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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5. | Beneath the Howling Stars (live) | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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6. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (live) | 07:09 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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7. | Malice Through the Looking Glass (live) | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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01:03:40 |
PanDaemonAeon
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 5-8) |
Guest/Session | |
Dave Kunt | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
David Barnard | Director (tracks 4-7) |
Geoff Foulkes | Producer (tracks 4-7) |
Phil Burthem | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
Nico Rilla | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
John Fryer | Mixing (tracks 1, 2) |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Alex Chandon | Director (tracks 1, 2) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Clean version) | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Intro | 00:42 | instrumental |
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3. | Dusk and Her Embrace (live) | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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4. | Beneath the Howling Stars (live) | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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5. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (live) | 07:09 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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6. | Malice Through the Looking Glass (live) | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Per version) | 05:16 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm (The Relicking of Cadaverous Wounds) | 07:58 | Show lyrics |
An Archangel in bondage Bediademed, souled With a murder of ravens But no less Astarte to behold Abandoned by Heaven To the dead, dark and past Cast Her dispersions On life’s brittle glass And though Her eyes still held fire As stonewalls caged the beast ’Gainst the lassitudes of Death She fought but fell to greet And midst lies in collusion She was martyred to teach That "Divinity and Lust Are forever forbidden to meet" But I swore that they would Before the veil could part our embrace Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed And promised Christendom in flames Gravid with madness Like a feculent dirge That obsesses the heart I am covened by words To avenge Her Ebon splendour And surrender My soul to the dead to achieve Prophecies of libidinous scourge Horripilation braying o’er carious herds Vexing nightmares And their weak prayers To a no one there To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see The meat that is their congregation How they plead to the skies But this is mere foreplay to war Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest A psychophant, the despoiler of faith Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese For Her interred I tore a battle banner from His hide Splashed in red goetia Hues of Hell and deicide So came the night Its obsidian light Is a master whom disasters Suck upon like concubines And under black skirts That whisper of delight Darkseeds near fruition Darked deeds to marry mine "In Death’s bed I have lain Paying lip-service to shame But for dreaming of thee I regain A reason to seek life again" Then we smite the divine For our true nature is sin To strip tender flesh from these swine Like the lick of carnivorous winds The breath of the storm that begins By forcing its Herod tongue in The womb of the holy virgin To taste of immaculate sin From temptation’s peak we will see The world unfurled at last Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind Shall be as one in grim repast Commemorating sickle moons The pack are poised to reap A scythe of white roses in bloom Whose twisted thorns will keep A crown upon a dead man Daylights crucified in sleep And lives that hide in scriptured lies To the memories of a scream And we shall dance amid the ruin As Adam and Evil Dizzy at the falling stars That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval If all must we damn for this moment Then it shall be so For our souls have crossed oceans of time To clasp one another more tightly Than Death could alone... As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl The talons of lust rake a clarion call To the lick of carnivorous winds The lick of carnivorous winds WINDS!. . . Gravid with madness Like a feculent dirge That obsesses the heart I am covened by words To avenge Her Ebon splendour And surrender My soul to the dead to achieve Prophecies of libidinous scourge Horripilation braying o’er carious herds Vexing nightmares And their weak prayers To a no one there To hinder Her decree To weed the world of their disease As shadows unblind mine eyes to see The meat that is their congregation |
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9. | Black Metal (Venom cover) | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Black is the night metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams magic and dreams Satan records their first note. We chime the bell chaos in hell Metal for maniacs pure. Fast melting steel fortune on wheels Brain haemorrhage is the cure. For Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll Freaking so wild nobody’s mild Giving it all that you’ve got. Wild is so right metal tonight Faster than over the top Open the core enter hells door Black is the code for tonight Atomic force feel no remorse Crank up the amps now it’s night. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal. lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll metal ten fold through the deadly black hole riding hells stallions bareback and free taking our chances with raw energy Come ride the night with us Rock hard and fight United my legions we stand Freak hard and wild for us Give up your souls Live for the quest Satan’s band Let’s fucking go. Against the odds black metal gods Fight to achieve our goal Casting a spell leather and hell Black metal gods rock `n’ roll Building up steam nuclear screams Warheads are ready to fight Black leather hounds faster than sound Metal our purpose in life. Fuck everything that fucking metal, Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock ’n’ roll Black Metal. |
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10. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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11. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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12. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:32 | |
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PanDaemonAeon
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 5-8) |
Guest/Session | |
Dave Kunt | Drums |
Miscellaneous staff | |
David Barnard | Director (tracks 4-7) |
Geoff Foulkes | Producer (tracks 4-7) |
Phil Burthem | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
Nico Rilla | Producer (tracks 1, 2) |
John Fryer | Mixing (tracks 1, 2) |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (tracks 1, 2) |
Alex Chandon | Director (tracks 1, 2) |
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Uncensored Version) | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead, eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swepthid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reasonDeath in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new fleshRead, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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2. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Cut version) | 05:16 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead, eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swepthid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reasonDeath in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new fleshRead, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennag paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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3. | The Un-making of... | 23:58 | |
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4. | Dusk and Her Embrace (live) | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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5. | Beneath the Howling Stars (live) | 07:55 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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6. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (live) | 07:09 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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7. | Malice Through the Looking Glass (live) | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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01:03:40 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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31:49 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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31:49 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and F**king | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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Side B | |||
4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Perverts Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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31:49 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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Side B | |||
5. | Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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31:49 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Perverts Church | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... |
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7. | Black Metal (Venom cover) | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Black is the night metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams magic and dreams Satan records their first note. We chime the bell chaos in hell Metal for maniacs pure. Fast melting steel fortune on wheels Brain haemorrhage is the cure. For Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll Freaking so wild nobody’s mild Giving it all that you’ve got. Wild is so right metal tonight Faster than over the top Open the core enter hells door Black is the code for tonight Atomic force feel no remorse Crank up the amps now it’s night. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal. lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll metal ten fold through the deadly black hole riding hells stallions bareback and free taking our chances with raw energy Come ride the night with us Rock hard and fight United my legions we stand Freak hard and wild for us Give up your souls Live for the quest Satan’s band Let’s fucking go. Against the odds black metal gods Fight to achieve our goal Casting a spell leather and hell Black metal gods rock `n’ roll Building up steam nuclear screams Warheads are ready to fight Black leather hounds faster than sound Metal our purpose in life. Fuck everything that fucking metal, Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock ’n’ roll Black Metal. |
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8. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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9. | Sodomy & Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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10. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:32 | |
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11. | Hell Awaites (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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58:25 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Perverts Church | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... |
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7. | Black Metal (Venom cover) | 03:27 | Show lyrics |
Black is the night metal we fight Power amps set to explode Energy screams magic and dreams Satan records their first note. We chime the bell chaos in hell Metal for maniacs pure. Fast melting steel fortune on wheels Brain haemorrhage is the cure. For Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll Freaking so wild nobody’s mild Giving it all that you’ve got. Wild is so right metal tonight Faster than over the top Open the core enter hells door Black is the code for tonight Atomic force feel no remorse Crank up the amps now it’s night. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal, Black Metal. Black Metal. lay down your soul to the gods rock `n’ roll metal ten fold through the deadly black hole riding hells stallions bareback and free taking our chances with raw energy Come ride the night with us Rock hard and fight United my legions we stand Freak hard and wild for us Give up your souls Live for the quest Satan’s band Let’s fucking go. Against the odds black metal gods Fight to achieve our goal Casting a spell leather and hell Black metal gods rock `n’ roll Building up steam nuclear screams Warheads are ready to fight Black leather hounds faster than sound Metal our purpose in life. Fuck everything that fucking metal, Black Metal, Black Metal. Lay down your soul to the gods rock ’n’ roll Black Metal. |
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8. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t I believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Somebody calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me go? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion Hallowed Be Thy Name |
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9. | Sodomy & Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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11. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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58:25 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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31:49 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:36 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:57 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:19 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:09 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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33:29 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and F**king | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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Side B | |||
4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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31:49 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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31:49 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
---|---|
Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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5. | Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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31:49 |
From the Cradle to Enslave
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Eaglestone | Bass |
Les Smith | Keyboards |
Was Sarginson | Drums (tracks 1, 3, 4) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (track 2) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (track 6) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dom Hailstone | Artwork |
Jamie Troy | Photography |
John Fryer | Mixing (Tracks 1, 2) |
Mike Exeter | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Noel Sommerville | Mastering |
Dan Sprigg | Recording (Track 1, 2, 4), Mixing (Track 4) |
Damien Clarke | Remixed (Track 1) |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Recording, Mixing (Track 6) |
Alex Chandon | Photography |
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Side A | |||
1. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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2. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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3. | Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover) | 01:56 | Show lyrics |
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it’s going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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4. | Sleepless (Anathema cover) | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
And I often sigh I often wonder why I’m still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead... Oh, no more No more war |
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Side B | |||
5. | Pervert’s Church (From the Cradle to Deprave) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. |
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6. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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7. | Dawn Of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | |
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38:08 |
Midian
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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2. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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3. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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4. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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5. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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6. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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Side A | |||
1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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Side B | |||
7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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12. | For Those Who Have Died (Sabbat cover) | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Our tounges they could not silence, With their malicious lies, Their unforgotten violence, Remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire, I hear their voices still, Their unjust accusations, Demanding I am killed. ’We shall show no mercy to heathen Such as thee, Who stand accused and have refused The Church’s clemency, Your wicked acts are endless, Though the crimes they cannot name, Innocent or guilty proved, We’ll burn you just the same.’ Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. This self-righteous inquisition, Is a plague upon our land, As false as the confessions they force From shattered hands. Abused my broken body is cleansed By righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ Yet in whose name I’m slain. My innocence the victim of their Superstitious fears, Religious persecution for the past Three hundred years, Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the Shadow of the knife, A papal reign of terror Slaughter in the name of Christ. |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magic for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists Bitter things seek meaning Even if they’re madness to behold Once forbears to horizons Where the dead stayed dreaming Now nightmares waken souls That fear the living’s toll Gova, Bosch and Brueghel Three times moonwise stain thy graves For words alone are at loss to trace The face of today’s inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss Of despair and misery The other a mask of rich red lips Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed All damned in this inferno Where even Virgil averts His eyes From the black mass mutual gang rape Of Caesing hands an forced divides Trespass these seven gates To a world bloodlet to shades Where Seraphim (Falling on deaf ears) bleat Of their cold and coming Master’s race In the seweres of Babylon Stillborn to a trough anon Chimiracles will hatch like plots To dredge faeces to pearl their cross Enter Penteholocaust! Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps At final straws to save his cast His Lord is a leper we shall not want He betrayed us with white lies His acrid pall as of the tomb Reminds us how we rot inside Gutted like fool’s paradise Glutted on cruel appetites... Holding court to chaos Folding to far graver arms A downfall fatal to all resounds As orgies peak in self centred psalms And Nature screams Her sufferings Under bowed and cankered wings A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning Like the robes we’ve torn from Her She begs Us lay Her pain to rest Lest We are left with nothingness Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse Then the comets that graxe nightskies Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs When you and I and all else dies... It’s rotting down This carcass Maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the grave Allah’s true name is naught Chist acannot save Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps Spells of regret... Death Magick for Adepts Be prepared to fulfill prophecies The glorious fall of a sin dynasty Gutted like fool’s paradise Glutted on cruel appeitites... "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour Left tear streaked reason upon the shore And bereft of compass, star or more Set out for this World’s end Few at the prow, most slave below Painting coal a perfect gold But for all it’s worth, the engines slow Dead in the brine again Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty Prey to phallus seas That hiss and foam to douse disease A storm roars on the way Blacker than the Ace of Rapes Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold | 03:01 | instrumental |
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7. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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8. | The Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Torture Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, sweet Midian I burn for thee at heart Don’t despair Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark..." Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I’ve prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian... Haunted by this portent This obsession in my mind With a city sunk below Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance Marble wings spread to the skies A vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all Forbidden Midian A long fabled Judecca A sanctuary for sin... To rival Heaven Free of Eden’s tragic wreck (Though the only Angels in repose Were those with ivy strangled necks) Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold The searing Sun had knelt to kiss Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth The Tribes of Christ will not forgive And shall not suffer their kind to live For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom But from flumes of the moon in bloom Baring cach a face effaced And raped in the womb In hidden Midian A vatican lying in state For the sanctity of sin... To rival Heaven Above Eden’s birth defects Though the only Angels that arose Were those who fell to most requests Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists Whilst I watched without revolt Carnalities few beasts permit Between the dog and wolf Bared fangs met in intercourse A nightly rite of teeth and cunt For those below who rose to hunt Sor sights that preyed on Me for days And in laudenum’s haze I painted them all... The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within (An underworld free of Mortal rule) Crotesques and wolves in womens skins The raven winged and missing limbed Suicides and split thighed Seraphim And marble stairs Stargrazers dare Ascend like prayer (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares) Under fullmoons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the soul Like the recking weed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I prise wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to other sides A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian... I know I’ve seen Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity Lucent prides amassed in last retreat Prurient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from Me And just like grim ascension prophecies My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me... Exhuming the moon Through the bars in My room The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes No Cenobites rise to claim me from you! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell No! No! No! With prophets and losses And dead men from crosses My fate is a preview of derelict Hell |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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12. | For Those Who Have Died (Sabbat cover) | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Our tounges they could not silence, with their malicious lies, Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire, I hear their voices still, Their unjust accusations, demanding I am killed. ’We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency, Your wicked acts are endless, though the crimes they cannot name, Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same.’ Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. This self-righteous inquisition, is a plague upon our land, As false as the confessions they force from shattered hands. Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ - yet in whose name I’m slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears, Religious persecution for the past three hundred years, Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife, A papal reign of terror - slaughter in the name of Christ. |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold | 03:01 | instrumental |
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7. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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8. | The Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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12. | For Those Who Have Died (Sabbat cover) | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Our tongues they could not silence, with their malicious lies, their unforgotten violence, remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire, I hear their voices still, their unjust accusations, demanding I am killed. ’’We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the Church’’s clemency, your wicked acts are endless, though the crimes they cannot name, innocent or guilty proved, we’’ll burn you just the same.’’ Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. This self-righteous inquisition, is a plague upon our land, as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands. ’’We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the Church’’s clemency, your wicked acts are endless, though the crimes they cannot name, innocent or guilty proved, we’’ll burn you just the same.’’ Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, their God a ’’God of Mercy’’ - yet in whose name I’’m slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears, religious persecution for the past three hundred years, preaching peace and mercy ’’neath the shadow of the knife, a papal reign of terror - slaughter in the name of Christ. And as my flesh is put to fire, I hear their voices still, their unjust accusations, demanding I am killed. ’’We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the Church’’s clemency, your wicked acts are endless, though the crimes they cannot name, innocent or guilty proved, we’’ll burn you just the same.’’ Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. |
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13. | Her Ghost in the Fog [Video] | 04:39 | |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | In Cold Mirrors Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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12. | For Those Who Have Died (Sabbath cover) | 06:17 | |
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13. | Gothic Romance | 04:28 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemetery Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil’s whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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14. | The Black Goddess Rises | 04:25 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) When my secrets are buried in thine (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) To plot the new age’s decline (Come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me And help me seize My future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows, What dreams hast thou to show? Who treads the silent meadows, To worship thee below?" |
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15. | Of Mist and Midnight Skies | 05:22 | Show lyrics |
We, the nocturnal few Bound by other laws To the service of the enemies of god Are silent and hidden Yet our exquisite fire burns on Poised to engulf... Tie a man to his god He may not walk for fear Of falling foul to temptation Where once faith stood her ground Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came Drink deep of the promise in my eyes... Of mist and midnight skies I drown in fathomless dreams And in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall For none so dark & sinister Will arise to embrace the Arts) Do What Thou Wilt Until the stones in my heart stand still Regardless of the cost to your repugnant god The last May frost may blight the crops And will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog Or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations You wrong both Man & beast By whatever whim you serve Of the Devil your leige" Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways Will be wrought to condemn thee Conspiring to cull the pagan ways Twist back their lies, personify their needs The war begins by Satanic decree If Evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league And bring the host of the nazarene to their knees Breath the life of an entity never-born Darkness now descend in raven form The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet Raper of all my worldly enemies Lycanthropy, please poison me Send acausal instincts crawling my brain Take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs For now we congregate where once my angel sang That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse And to spit in the face of their... "god" We will ride again In the midnight skies |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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12. | For Those Who Have Died (Sabbat cover) | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Our tongues they could not silence, with their malicious lies, their unforgotten violence, remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire, I hear their voices still, their unjust accusations, demanding I am killed. ’’We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the Church’’s clemency, your wicked acts are endless, though the crimes they cannot name, innocent or guilty proved, we’’ll burn you just the same.’’ Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. This self-righteous inquisition, is a plague upon our land, as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands. ’’We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the Church’’s clemency, your wicked acts are endless, though the crimes they cannot name, innocent or guilty proved, we’’ll burn you just the same.’’ Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, their God a ’’God of Mercy’’ - yet in whose name I’’m slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears, religious persecution for the past three hundred years, preaching peace and mercy ’’neath the shadow of the knife, a papal reign of terror - slaughter in the name of Christ. And as my flesh is put to fire, I hear their voices still, their unjust accusations, demanding I am killed. ’’We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee, who stand accused and have refused the Church’’s clemency, your wicked acts are endless, though the crimes they cannot name, innocent or guilty proved, we’’ll burn you just the same.’’ Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. Burning, into the fire. Burning, a funeral pyre. |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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7. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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8. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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9. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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10. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Paul Harries | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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10. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
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1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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6. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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10. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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11. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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Midian
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Andy Nice | Cello |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 4, 8, 11) |
Toni King | Voice (track 5) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Mika Lindberg | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
J.K. Potter | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Paul Harries | Photography |
Doug Cook(ed) | Producer, Engineering |
Jamie Morrison | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
P. J. Allender | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | At the Gates of Midian | 02:21 | instrumental |
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2. | Cthulhu Dawn | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth, shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand, and only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale, we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena a broken seal on an ancient curse unleashes beasts from the seismic breach with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of Archaos Theories in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks beat wings on glass as thunder cracks, unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul. From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness, all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out, our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel, as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell! When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds, we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red. Blinding time all lines dine on this instance, a melting spool of beggar negative frames. The skies teem alive to watch die, mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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3. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:32 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall lay in state with the sad and damned, a rent lament barely flung above a whisper drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor, a kindred spirit in a graveyard beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed Heaven, and in its vulgar sight two figures writhe, but one silhouette extends its fingers to the light. "Gothic towers tottered on my heels as I fled asylum grounds, committing hard crimes to soft cells where now another’s screams resound." From the gaspings in her passing six feet under, or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia, freeing her soul from the fetters of fate to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch, her stitches itch for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise. And is the first to discern that this angel’s return is a vengeful call on grace, for even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts. A leap of twisted fate betrayed! The scars will last until the stars caught in her train bewitched, fall into line and yield the sign that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind comes an underdog day sunrise, rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame I gazed out tapped into the fog and shared her pain, when in her mind she sought his leave and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more, Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore we’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft of concern save for the aeons left to lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy and mine desire’s wish to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies her temple to what God forbids. |
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4. | Death Magick for Adepts | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they’re madness to behold. Once forebears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming, now nightmares waken souls that fear the living’s toll. Gova, Bosch and Brueghel! Three times moonwise stain thy graves, for words alone are at loss to trace the face of today’s inhuman wraith. One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery, the other a mask of rich red lips whetted by the fevers of belief and greed. All damned in this inferno where even Virgil averts his eyes from the black mass mutual gang rape of ceasing hands and forced divides. Trespass these seven gates to a world bloodlet to shades. Where Seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master’s race. In the sewers of Babylon stillborn to a trough anon, chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faces to pearl their cross. Enter Penteholocaust! Five aeons past yet still man grasps at final straws to save his cast. His Lord is a leper we shall not want, he betrayed us with white lies! His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside. Gutted like fool’s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites! Holding court to chaos, folding to far graver arms. A downfall fatal to all resounds as orgies peak in self centred psalms. And Nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings, a bleak scorched Earth Necrotica burning like the robes we’ve torn from her! She begs us lay her pain to rest, lest we are left with nothingness save for her stripped and ravished flesh. And if her fate is not so portent of Apocalypse, then the comets that graze night skies, will surely cleanse of wrongs and Reichs when you and I and all else dies. It’s rotting down this carcass Maggotropolis! Interdependent as worms to the grave, Allah’s true name is naught, Chist cannot save. Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps, spells of regret, Death Magick for adepts. Be prepared to fulfill prophecies, the glorious fall of a sin dynasty. Gutted on cruel appeitites, gutted like fool’s paradise! "We’ve woven hearts a thorn arbour left tear streaked reason upon the shore. And bereft of compass, star or more, set out for this world’s end. Few at the prow most slave below painting coal, a perfect gold. But for all it’s worth the engines slow. Dead in the brine again! Come cabin fever, sodomy on the Bounty! Prey to phallus seas that hiss and foam to douse disease, a storm roars on the way. Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by Death in darkwood glades. Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade, sinks. Dashed by seismic waves." |
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5. | Lord Abortion | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
"Care for a little necrophilia, hmm?" I was born with a birthmark of cinders, Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times nine or ten within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection I dig deep to cum again, the spasm of orgasm on a roll. I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day, but to the letter it is better to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red! Lump in the throat, on my cum choke the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, a twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask, I’m hard blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s Gates wide, liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon a sinner in the hands of a dirty God, who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces, corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin, vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap, lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap. My appetite whetted storm crows wheeled at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten I tucked her into a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux but the mouth once good for fucks came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung midst her screams and seams undone, sung at the top of punctured lungs. I bite my spiteful tongue! Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels bare are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare, and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Amor e Morte | 06:44 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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2. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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3. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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4. | Satanic Mantra | 00:50 | Show lyrics |
Archangel, Dark Angel, lend me thy light through Death’s veil ’til we have Heaven in sight... |
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5. | Tearing the Veil from Grace | 08:13 | Show lyrics |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light, a swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night. A tragic yet magical fall from grace. Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste, those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints. Free shining souls torn from God’s given Reich. Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight. And Hell knows we sought victory, chancing the leash. But when bad die were cast we were cast down to die, a steeple of needles thrust into our eyes. So scholars might say we were blinded by pride like the sins of our Father, whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived regaining his sights for the storming of skies. And after descenturies have crawled vilified our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives. For Eternity is a coprophagic backward figure head gorging on her own bitter end. And we have eaten shit until we’re close to addicts, now grime is running out for us to make amends. To retake what once was lost, to exalt our throne above the stars of God! "To throw our fuck into gates and guts of a severed Neverland. Where we, the damned, once pleasured ran like seamen from the phallus sea." Atrocious Oceans must be crossed to exalt our throne above the stars of God! The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise. To snuff the sunrise! Throwing shades of war before like prophecy. Night breed freed from the vasty deep, nasty reap of freaks forsaken! And when sultry dusk disrobes, they’ll learn she is not a natural blond. For the lower she goes the darker it grows, an Eve that blows on her knees for Satan! Fellated Satan! Screams congeal in clotted pearl as he unfurls from aching hibernation! Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra as lighting streaks with fire, black clouds that shroud the Earth. Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories but now the sun is loath to come, the crescent moon is freed. Elated Satan! The scimitar slash to the under gash of Heaven too slight for penetration. We strike as wolves from the thickening fog to exalt our throne over the stars of God! Lowly holy goats bare the brunt of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt. Bastioned in the citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt! Like a convent where crosses rust from thirty dirty habits of shaved nun. There where deeper needs are begged of lust, and cess and less impress enough. Obtaining the Lord of our Guardian Anger! And Death’s tunnel vision, bad things in collision, the locking of eyes and jagged antler. Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams, feasting from throats of celestial thieves. And God knows we seek victory, now that we are unleashed to drive nails home of blind faith through those who drove us from error to terror below. Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies tarred with red honey, the plaster of many a spire that aspired to rise, seeking Messiahs that by us soon die. In the start like a cast in morality plays, our hearts wore a mask of dead rooks in the rain. The world was our cloister, no prayer bent in shame, our once lucent plumage stung with horn withered grey. And away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth revenge accrued to a monolith, bursting through from our roofed abyss like an aether greased fist. Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed, our horror pours through the orifice where once the spheres and Archangels kissed, Phallelujah! Fellated Satan! His coming assails the night in gales that bewail turned tides that engulf their nation. Fuckers! Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth in a darkened high house overrun by disease. So let the truth be wrung from veil and sanctum undone that the banished ones intent on reinstatement have won. We breathe by virtue of their rot, now our souls exult above the stars of... Stars of God! |
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6. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
"Oh sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart! Don’t despair me, Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather to where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark." Under full moons waxing lyrically, Death’s poetry floods the soul like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to darker sides, a glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian! Haunted by this portent, this obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below tall cedar groves and graves sublime. Sporting their importance marble wings spread to the skies, a vale of dreams that it would seem the daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust! Splashed across my psychic pall as hybrid lovers reached their cusp, with final thrusts I saw it all! Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin! You rival Heaven above Heaven’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault, gaunt haunched edifices midst lightfingered mists. From whence more awful shadows drew back rusted bolts, and dared a threshold the searing sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, the tribes of Christ will not forgive, and shall not suffer its kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, or their waltz so sibilant through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, baring each a face effaced and raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state for the sanctity of sin. To rival Heaven free of Eden’s tragic wreck! Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault, caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters haunched. Flaunted orifice midst lighter fingered mists, whilst I watched without revolt carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf bared fangs met in intercourse, a nightly rite of teeth and cunt for those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on me for days, and in laudenum’s haze I painted them all. The slew of Sith and kin. I drew in blood, my veins in thrall to Deathugees at peace within. Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins, the raven winged and missing limb. Suicides and split-thighed Seraphim, and marble stairs stargrazers dare ascend like prayer! Under full moons waxing lyrically Death’s poetry floods the sou like the freezing seed of a demon freed to curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance in trance I’ve prised wide, slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs. Hymeneal gates to other sides, a labyrinth wherein Midian hides! Midian! I know I’ve seen through the black backed mirrors in sanity, lucent prides amassed in last retreat. Prurient souls but no more freaks than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from me. And just like grim ascension prophecies my revenge carved deep will be a grisly plot that reads like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams when my Deviliverers come from fog for me. Please come for me! Exhuming the moon through the bars in my room, the sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, no Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, and dead men from crosses my fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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33:05 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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Side B | |||
7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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Side B | |||
7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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Side B | |||
6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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Side B | |||
7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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Side A | |||
1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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Side B | |||
6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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11. | Born in a Burial Gown [Video] | 03:40 | |
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53:14 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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11. | Born in a Burial Gown [Video] | 03:40 | |
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53:14 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Bitter Suites to Succubi
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Gian | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Kian Rulten-Allender | Voice (track 8) |
Libitina Grimm | Cello |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
P. J. Allender | Artwork |
Dani Filth | Art direction |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
www.reesycle.com | Design (redesign) |
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1. | Sin Deep My Wicked Angel | 02:23 | instrumental |
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2. | All Hope in Eclipse | 06:39 | Show lyrics |
A thousand nights once succoured me in the shadow of Miss Anne Thropy, sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame. A cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaults sent Rebellion’s embers into revolt. The comming of extinction synched to whimpers of my name. My name! Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity, an acid reign to purify the world. The asp at Pharaoh’s breast, the Atom split under duress. A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl! My heart torn apart left a rifled grave, save for an unfurled flag of hate to enthral a mindless zombie race. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Black bibles I incribed, the words "Damnation through design" seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie. For as hope was felled by reason, forlorn became the season. And Death was swift to swallow on the heels of life. Lowered souls growing cold, tentered easy prey. When heaven’s flock, a fair game, dropped. I bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim. All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. Then between the past and the ravening dark a sly Messiah came. In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed she stole the soul, Hate had sold away. An ancient chill blew down the centuries, that night atonement’s eyes lit a burning man in me. When love lay bleeding and Fates sate feeding from wounds gored ’neath those cherubic wings She of kindred light gladly sacrificed Eternity just to be with me. As the moon whose silvered fingers play on words and dreams too cursed for day, she led my hand to lands I’d not accrued. Where the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hair, and faith renewed leapt joyous there I praised their worth then planned their conquest too. Alright! All heil, all heil, all heil the Serpentine’s gift. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse. All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine’s wish. All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse... ...and ignorance is truly bliss. |
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3. | Born in a Burial Gown | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in. Skies litten with five-pointed stars, the work of crafts surpassing sin. As She graced Her window ledge, an orphaned gypsy nymph. This issue of the forest’s bed, skin flushed with sipped absinthe. Her eyes revealed as Brocken’s peak tried once concealing Hell, a snow white line of divine freaks in riot where they fell. The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights. What wicked wonders lie within the comfines of the panther’s den? She watches from a maypole on the rip of Her tongue, the restless spirit of Christmas to come. A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb than gingerbread men. Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross, seduced now pagan ribbons swathe her repose in a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost. Too many decades misfit and mislaid! So innocent, a tender legend of prey parades her second coming, now they’re running afraid! Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial, she was the light of the world going down. War-torn, forlorn and malarial, she was found born in a burial gown. Now She moves with a predator’s guile beyond the firelit circle of life. She soothes your cold heart for a while, then matches its beat synching in with a knife. She wrestles her dreams with a delicate ease espied by her cross on the wall. And should she awake through embrace or mistake, she would take Jesus. Blest foot forward and all! Sibiliant and at last the circus crawled away with another lover in its arms, dancing on her grave. Born, born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. She was born, born forlorn, born in a burial gown. Born in a burial gown! |
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4. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:21 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise, forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun, talons stretch beneath her veil. Reclamation, our time has come! Time has come! Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen, a tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind, and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising! Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of secrets held in dream-dead sleep, and frozen stars that gild the forest floor? Will their "God" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. "We are what we are, what we shall be, again!" Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in. Summer’s dying fast... |
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5. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 03:22 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. A feeling, sometimes! And I get frightened just like you, I get frightened too. But it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Sometimes in the world as is you’ve got to shake the hand that feeds you. It’s just like Adam says, it’s not so hard to understand. It’s just like always coming down on, just like Jesus never came. And what did you expect to find? It’s just like always here! Again it’s... No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... Everything will be alright, everything will turn out fine. Some nights I still can’t sleep, and the voices pass with time. And I keep... No time for tears, no time to run and hide. No time to be afraid of fear, I keep no time to cry. No time for heartache, no time to run and hide. No time for breaking down, no time to cry. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:49 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end, cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die. "Heil Vaskt, drinker of blood, dancer on flames, disposer of light, lover of darkness. She’s holding an inquisition from the bandaged feeble one." I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite, for her that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries under the glare of a waxing Death-moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead, and the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought that shall not be attributed to Her names. To the name of Baphomet, Artemis, Bastet, Astarte. I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising. From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set! May the winds gather her together from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless, the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy, leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Suicide and Other Comforts | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
I pace alone in a place for the dead overcome by woe, and here I’ve grown so fond of dread that I swear it’s Heaven. Oh sweet Mary dressed in grief, roll back the stone. With these words scrawled in a severed hand tears fall like shards of glass that band in rivers, like sinners swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. So farewell to distant thunder, those inept stars I’ve worshipped under. Fall farther, their Father lies in wait in flames below. Whilst my love, a blood red flower, calls to me from verdant bowers. Graveside, I cry please save me from this Hell I know. A darkened sky! The day that laughter died fell swiftly into night, and stayed within her sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice my life to have Her with me. An eye for an eye as espied in the bible, my faith is lost to the burning of idols. One less cross to press upon the survival of this lorded agony. And I, much as I have tried to bury her from mind, Fate’s tourniquet was tied when she died. Still sense her presence so divine, lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined, footfalls at nightfall close to mine. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I snatch her whisper like the wind through cedars, see her face in every natural feature. Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever with glee deceiving me. Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release! I hear her voice from where the grave defies her, siren song to sing along, no finer. Suicide notes harmonised in a minor, strike a chord with misery. No light nor reef, no unsinkable of romance keeps me safely from the stormy seas. Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams. Unthinkable to dredge through this listless and lonely winter frieze. A darken sky! This day hereafter dies, falls swiftly into night, and stays within my sight. Staring at the knife! Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice my life to have her with me! No more a victim of a crusade where souls are strung from a moral palisade, I slit my wrists and quickly slip away. I journey now on jewelled sands beneath a moon to Summerlands, to grace Her lips with contraband. The blaze once in my veins! |
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8. | Dinner at Deviant’s Palace | 02:59 | Show lyrics |
-Spoken backwards- Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, as in Heaven so on Earth. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts as we also have forgiven our debtors. And bring us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen! |
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9. | The Black Goddess Rises II | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thee I worship! Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. Crush their unworthy idols, no church shall bar our path. Seductive Evil, drink your fill of the bleeding Christ in your arms Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! We bide our hideous soldiers, inviting esctacy, but though they send the thunder, bringing their dekind. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Nothing will keep us apart, we could kill them all if our desire tore free. Our union is one, Sweet sinful Eve! And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark with designs. And I pour my soul to those eyes of fire as I bury my seed deep inside . "Archangel, snare the flesh, suck dry the ebbing wound. Leave them lifeless and broken, my beloved..." Oh, how I have craved for you! So pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter. Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever when my secrets are wedded with thine. Under seven stars we come back together to plot the new age’s decline! Ishtar, my Queen, come forth to me! And help me seize my future from the House of Death. That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene. Ah, the lies, a kiss to kill for you. Thou art in my dreams, the darkness in my eyes, the rapture in my screams. Black Goddess! Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war. The virgin raped shall seek to whore, she-wolf bare your snarling jaw. Thee I invoke, bornless one, all woman, pure predator. Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace. Thou art darkest Gabrielle, Lilith who rode the steed. Thou art pale Hecate rising from Thessaly. |
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10. | Scorched Earth Erotica | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect this to be your last with our vast return. As Death is set at three sixes where hill beacons burn. Darkness, undress your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar. Blood-red yet still unfed lips distend ending time to falter. Dominus! Welcome, arms tied down crucified, the slaughter. Dominus... Lightening freezes seven, outtakes from the rape of the world. Sins expelled from Heaven, now befoul from the bowels of Hell. Where the tragic in theory and practice fell! Last prayers hang in the air, each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours. Strung where crippled vultures dare, Golgotha coughs another cross to grave God’s failure. Dominus... Once the forests spired, nurtured in Nature’s heart. Now dreat cedars feed the pyres, need-fires lit for greater harm. Dominus... As her children toy with razors, sightless and deeply scarred. And the moon arose to phase her, cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars. And lights our path back through the shattered glass! Where the tragic in theory and practice meet! Deranged, uncaged we rage like a plague through this age of greed. Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap, a terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat. Scorched Earth rebirth, disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor. Whose worth is worse than the curse of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva. Who shares the last laugh now dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows, face down in dust and poisoned ground. |
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49:34 |
Heavy Left-Handed and Candid
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Powell | Keyboards |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Allender | DVD interface |
J.K. Potter | Artwork, Illustrations |
John Coulthart | Design |
Steve Graham | Direction, Editing |
Fin Costello | Photography |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Doug Cook | Mixing (live sound) |
Dave Nutbrown | Engineering (live sound) |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
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1. | Lord Abortion | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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2. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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3. | Forest Whispers My Name | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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4. | Cthulu Dawn | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Heavy Left-Handed and Candid
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Powell | Keyboards |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Design |
Dave Nutbrown | Engineering (live sound) |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
Steve Graham | Direction, Editing |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Fin Costello | Photography |
John Doukas | Producer |
Paul Allender | DVD interface |
J.K. Potter | Artwork, Illustrations |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Doug Cook | Mixing (live sound) |
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1. | Lord Abortion | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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2. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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3. | Forest Whispers My Name | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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4. | Cthulu Dawn | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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13. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Nasty Version) | 04:56 | |
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15. | Born in a Burial Gown (Sub Version) | 04:52 | |
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16. | The Blair Twit Project (Absinthe Fiend Footage) | 08:08 | |
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17. | Cradle of Filth (Horror Movie Trailer) | 01:13 | |
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18. | Circus of Horrors - Creature Feature | 02:58 | |
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Heavy Left-Handed and Candid
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Powell | Keyboards |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dave Nutbrown | Engineering (live sound) |
John Coulthart | Design |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
Steve Graham | Direction, Editing |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
Fin Costello | Photography |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Paul Allender | DVD interface |
John Doukas | Producer |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
J.K. Potter | Artwork, Illustrations |
Doug Cook | Mixing (live sound) |
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1. | Lord Abortion | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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2. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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3. | Forest Whispers My Name | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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4. | Cthulu Dawn | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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14. | Born in a Burial Gown (Sub Version) | 04:52 | |
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Heavy Left-Handed and Candid
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Martin Powell | Keyboards |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dave Nutbrown | Engineering (live sound) |
John Coulthart | Design |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
Steve Graham | Direction, Editing |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
Fin Costello | Photography |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Paul Allender | DVD interface |
John Doukas | Producer |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
J.K. Potter | Artwork, Illustrations |
Doug Cook | Mixing (live sound) |
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1. | Lord Abortion | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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2. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:56 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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3. | Forest Whispers My Name | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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4. | Cthulu Dawn | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" |
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgovişte to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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12. | Sifting Through Filth (A Shockumentary) | 58:28 | |
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13. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Nasty Version) | 04:56 | |
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15. | Born in a Burial Gown (Sub Version) | 04:52 | |
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16. | The Blair Twit Project (Absinthe Fiend Footage) | 08:08 | |
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17. | Cradle of Filth (Horror Movie Trailer) | 01:13 | |
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18. | Circus of Horrors - Creature Feature | 02:58 | |
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19. | Gallery of the Grotesque - Downloads & Web Links | ||
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Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Paul Allender | Guitars (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 13 (disc 2)) |
Was Sarginson | Drums (track 7 (disc 1)) |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (tracks 2, 5, 9 (disc 1), 7, 12 (disc 2)) |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (tracks 2, 3, 5-7, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7-13 (disc 2)) |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (tracks 1-11 (disc 1), 1-9, 11-13 (disc 2)) |
Lecter | Keyboards (tracks 3, 6, 7, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 8-10, 13 (disc 2)) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 9-11 (disc 2)) |
Martin Foul | Keyboards (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Damien Gregori | Liner notes |
Count Filth | Liner notes |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
Salvatore | Photography |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Mark Beuchet | Photography |
Mandy W | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Mike Exeter | Mixing |
Mark Harwood | Mixing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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Disc 1 - Lovecraft | |||
1. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:08 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall, lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper, drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I Found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor. A kindred spirit in a graveyard, beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast. Like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed heaven, and in its vulgar sight, two figures writhe, but one silhouette, extends its fingers to the light. Gothic towers tottered on my heels, as I fled asylum grounds. Committing hard crimes to soft cells, where now another’s screams resound. From the gaspings in her passing, six feet under or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight, in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia. Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate, to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure, at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch, out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch her stitches itch, for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise! And is the first to discern, that this angel’s return, is a vengeful call on grace. For even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts, a leap of twisted fate betrayed. The scars will last until the stars, caught in her train bewitched. Fall into line and yield the sign, that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind, comes an underdog day sunrise. Rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame, I gazed out, tapped into the fog and shared her pain. When in her mind she sought his leave, and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor, of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore: We’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft, of concern save for the aeons left, o lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power, and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for, the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy, and mine desire’s wish, to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent, as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic, hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies, her temple to what God forbids. |
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9. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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10. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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11. | Lord Abortion | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, aah, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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Disc 2 - Witch Hearts | |||
1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:46 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | For Those Who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) (Sabbat cover) | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears Religious persecution for the past three hundred years Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Amor e Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm II | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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9. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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10. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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11. | Dance Macabre | 04:27 | instrumental |
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12. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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13. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. |
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Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
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Martin Foul | Keyboards (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 13 (disc 2)) |
Was Sarginson | Drums (track 7 (disc 1)) |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (tracks 2, 5, 9 (disc 1), 7, 12 (disc 2)) |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (tracks 2, 3, 5-7, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7-13 (disc 2)) |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (tracks 1-11 (disc 1), 1-9, 11-13 (disc 2)) |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Lecter | Keyboards (tracks 3, 6, 7, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 8-10, 13 (disc 2)) |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 9-11 (disc 2)) |
Paul Allender | Guitars (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Exeter | Mixing |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
Mark Harwood | Mixing |
Salvatore | Photography |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Damien Gregori | Liner notes |
Mark Beuchet | Photography |
Count Filth | Liner notes |
Mandy W | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
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1. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:08 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall, lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper, drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I Found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor. A kindred spirit in a graveyard, beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast. Like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed heaven, and in its vulgar sight, two figures writhe, but one silhouette, extends its fingers to the light. Gothic towers tottered on my heels, as I fled asylum grounds. Committing hard crimes to soft cells, where now another’s screams resound. From the gaspings in her passing, six feet under or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight, in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia. Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate, to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure, at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch, out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch her stitches itch, for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise! And is the first to discern, that this angel’s return, is a vengeful call on grace. For even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts, a leap of twisted fate betrayed. The scars will last until the stars, caught in her train bewitched. Fall into line and yield the sign, that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind, comes an underdog day sunrise. Rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame, I gazed out, tapped into the fog and shared her pain. When in her mind she sought his leave, and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor, of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore: We’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft, of concern save for the aeons left, o lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power, and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for, the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy, and mine desire’s wish, to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent, as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic, hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies, her temple to what God forbids. |
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9. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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10. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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11. | Lord Abortion | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, aah, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | For Those Who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) (Sabbat cover) | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears Religious persecution for the past three hundred years Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Amor e Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm II | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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9. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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10. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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11. | Dance Macabre | 04:27 | instrumental |
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12. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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13. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. |
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Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Martin Foul | Keyboards (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 13 (disc 2)) |
Was Sarginson | Drums (track 7 (disc 1)) |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (tracks 2, 5, 9 (disc 1), 7, 12 (disc 2)) |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (tracks 2, 3, 5-7, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7-13 (disc 2)) |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (tracks 1-11 (disc 1), 1-9, 11-13 (disc 2)) |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Lecter | Keyboards (tracks 3, 6, 7, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 8-10, 13 (disc 2)) |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 9-11 (disc 2)) |
Paul Allender | Guitars (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Exeter | Mixing |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
Mark Harwood | Mixing |
Salvatore | Photography |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Damien Gregori | Liner notes |
Mark Beuchet | Photography |
Count Filth | Liner notes |
Mandy W | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
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1. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:08 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall, lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper, drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I Found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor. A kindred spirit in a graveyard, beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast. Like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed heaven, and in its vulgar sight, two figures writhe, but one silhouette, extends its fingers to the light. Gothic towers tottered on my heels, as I fled asylum grounds. Committing hard crimes to soft cells, where now another’s screams resound. From the gaspings in her passing, six feet under or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight, in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia. Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate, to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure, at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch, out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch her stitches itch, for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise! And is the first to discern, that this angel’s return, is a vengeful call on grace. For even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts, a leap of twisted fate betrayed. The scars will last until the stars, caught in her train bewitched. Fall into line and yield the sign, that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind, comes an underdog day sunrise. Rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame, I gazed out, tapped into the fog and shared her pain. When in her mind she sought his leave, and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor, of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore: We’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft, of concern save for the aeons left, o lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power, and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for, the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy, and mine desire’s wish, to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent, as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic, hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies, her temple to what God forbids. |
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9. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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10. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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11. | Lord Abortion | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, aah, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:46 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | For Those Who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) (Sabbat cover) | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears Religious persecution for the past three hundred years Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Amor e Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm II | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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9. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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10. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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11. | Dance Macabre | 04:27 | instrumental |
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12. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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13. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. |
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Martin Foul | Keyboards (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 13 (disc 2)) |
Was Sarginson | Drums (track 7 (disc 1)) |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (tracks 2, 5, 9 (disc 1), 7, 12 (disc 2)) |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (tracks 2, 3, 5-7, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7-13 (disc 2)) |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (tracks 1-11 (disc 1), 1-9, 11-13 (disc 2)) |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Lecter | Keyboards (tracks 3, 6, 7, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 8-10, 13 (disc 2)) |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 9-11 (disc 2)) |
Paul Allender | Guitars (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Exeter | Mixing |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
Mark Harwood | Mixing |
Salvatore | Photography |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Damien Gregori | Liner notes |
Mark Beuchet | Photography |
Count Filth | Liner notes |
Mandy W | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:08 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall, lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper, drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I Found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor. A kindred spirit in a graveyard, beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast. Like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed heaven, and in its vulgar sight, two figures writhe, but one silhouette, extends its fingers to the light. Gothic towers tottered on my heels, as I fled asylum grounds. Committing hard crimes to soft cells, where now another’s screams resound. From the gaspings in her passing, six feet under or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight, in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia. Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate, to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure, at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch, out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch her stitches itch, for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise! And is the first to discern, that this angel’s return, is a vengeful call on grace. For even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts, a leap of twisted fate betrayed. The scars will last until the stars, caught in her train bewitched. Fall into line and yield the sign, that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind, comes an underdog day sunrise. Rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame, I gazed out, tapped into the fog and shared her pain. When in her mind she sought his leave, and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor, of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore: We’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft, of concern save for the aeons left, o lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power, and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for, the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy, and mine desire’s wish, to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent, as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic, hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies, her temple to what God forbids. |
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9. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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10. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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11. | Lord Abortion | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, aah, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:46 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | For Those Who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) (Sabbat cover) | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears Religious persecution for the past three hundred years Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Amor e Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm II | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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9. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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10. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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11. | Dance Macabre | 04:27 | instrumental |
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12. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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13. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. |
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Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
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Martin Foul | Keyboards (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 13 (disc 2)) |
Was Sarginson | Drums (track 7 (disc 1)) |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (tracks 2, 5, 9 (disc 1), 7, 12 (disc 2)) |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (tracks 2, 3, 5-7, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7-13 (disc 2)) |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (tracks 1-11 (disc 1), 1-9, 11-13 (disc 2)) |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards (tracks 3, 6, 7, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 8-10, 13 (disc 2)) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 9-11 (disc 2)) |
Paul Allender | Guitars (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
Mike Exeter | Mixing |
Salvatore | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Mixing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Damien Gregori | Liner notes |
Mark Beuchet | Photography |
Count Filth | Liner notes |
Mandy W | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
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1. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:08 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall, lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper, drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I Found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor. A kindred spirit in a graveyard, beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast. Like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed heaven, and in its vulgar sight, two figures writhe, but one silhouette, extends its fingers to the light. Gothic towers tottered on my heels, as I fled asylum grounds. Committing hard crimes to soft cells, where now another’s screams resound. From the gaspings in her passing, six feet under or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight, in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia. Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate, to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure, at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch, out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch her stitches itch, for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise! And is the first to discern, that this angel’s return, is a vengeful call on grace. For even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts, a leap of twisted fate betrayed. The scars will last until the stars, caught in her train bewitched. Fall into line and yield the sign, that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind, comes an underdog day sunrise. Rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame, I gazed out, tapped into the fog and shared her pain. When in her mind she sought his leave, and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor, of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore: We’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft, of concern save for the aeons left, o lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power, and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for, the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy, and mine desire’s wish, to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent, as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic, hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies, her temple to what God forbids. |
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9. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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10. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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11. | Lord Abortion | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, aah, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:46 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | For Those Who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) (Sabbat cover) | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears Religious persecution for the past three hundred years Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Amor e Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm II | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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9. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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10. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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11. | Dance Macabre | 04:27 | instrumental |
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12. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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13. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. |
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Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Martin Foul | Keyboards (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 13 (disc 2)) |
Was Sarginson | Drums (track 7 (disc 1)) |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (tracks 2, 5, 9 (disc 1), 7, 12 (disc 2)) |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (tracks 2, 3, 5-7, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7-13 (disc 2)) |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (tracks 1-11 (disc 1), 1-9, 11-13 (disc 2)) |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Lecter | Keyboards (tracks 3, 6, 7, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 8-10, 13 (disc 2)) |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 9-11 (disc 2)) |
Paul Allender | Guitars (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Mike Exeter | Mixing |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
Mark Harwood | Mixing |
Salvatore | Photography |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Damien Gregori | Liner notes |
Mark Beuchet | Photography |
Count Filth | Liner notes |
Mandy W | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
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1. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:08 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall, lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper, drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I Found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor. A kindred spirit in a graveyard, beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast. Like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed heaven, and in its vulgar sight, two figures writhe, but one silhouette, extends its fingers to the light. Gothic towers tottered on my heels, as I fled asylum grounds. Committing hard crimes to soft cells, where now another’s screams resound. From the gaspings in her passing, six feet under or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight, in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia. Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate, to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure, at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch, out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch her stitches itch, for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise! And is the first to discern, that this angel’s return, is a vengeful call on grace. For even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts, a leap of twisted fate betrayed. The scars will last until the stars, caught in her train bewitched. Fall into line and yield the sign, that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind, comes an underdog day sunrise. Rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame, I gazed out, tapped into the fog and shared her pain. When in her mind she sought his leave, and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor, of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore: We’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft, of concern save for the aeons left, o lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power, and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for, the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy, and mine desire’s wish, to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent, as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic, hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies, her temple to what God forbids. |
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9. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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10. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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11. | Lord Abortion | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, aah, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:46 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | For Those Who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) (Sabbat cover) | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears Religious persecution for the past three hundred years Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Amor e Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm II | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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9. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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10. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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11. | Dance Macabre | 04:27 | instrumental |
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12. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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13. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. |
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Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 13 (disc 2)) |
Martin Foul | Keyboards (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Was Sarginson | Drums (track 7 (disc 1)) |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (tracks 2, 5, 9 (disc 1), 7, 12 (disc 2)) |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (tracks 2, 3, 5-7, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7-13 (disc 2)) |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (tracks 1-11 (disc 1), 1-9, 11-13 (disc 2)) |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards (tracks 3, 6, 7, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 8-10, 13 (disc 2)) |
Paul Allender | Guitars (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 9-11 (disc 2)) |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
Mike Exeter | Mixing |
Salvatore | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Mixing |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
Mark Beuchet | Photography |
Damien Gregori | Liner notes |
Count Filth | Liner notes |
Mandy W | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:08 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall, lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper, drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I Found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor. A kindred spirit in a graveyard, beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast. Like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed heaven, and in its vulgar sight, two figures writhe, but one silhouette, extends its fingers to the light. Gothic towers tottered on my heels, as I fled asylum grounds. Committing hard crimes to soft cells, where now another’s screams resound. From the gaspings in her passing, six feet under or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight, in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia. Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate, to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure, at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch, out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch her stitches itch, for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise! And is the first to discern, that this angel’s return, is a vengeful call on grace. For even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts, a leap of twisted fate betrayed. The scars will last until the stars, caught in her train bewitched. Fall into line and yield the sign, that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind, comes an underdog day sunrise. Rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame, I gazed out, tapped into the fog and shared her pain. When in her mind she sought his leave, and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor, of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore: We’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft, of concern save for the aeons left, o lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power, and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for, the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy, and mine desire’s wish, to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent, as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic, hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies, her temple to what God forbids. |
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9. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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10. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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11. | Lord Abortion | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, aah, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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1. | Once upon Atrocity | 01:46 | instrumental |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | For Those Who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) (Sabbat cover) | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears Religious persecution for the past three hundred years Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Amor e Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm II | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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9. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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10. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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11. | Dance Macabre | 04:27 | instrumental |
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12. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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13. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. |
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Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
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Martin Foul | Keyboards (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
Nicholas Barker | Drums (tracks 2, 3, 5, 6, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 8, 12, 13 (disc 2)) |
Was Sarginson | Drums (track 7 (disc 1)) |
Damien Gregori | Keyboards (tracks 2, 5, 9 (disc 1), 7, 12 (disc 2)) |
Stuart Anstis | Guitars (tracks 2, 3, 5-7, 9, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 7-13 (disc 2)) |
Gian Pyres | Guitars (tracks 1-11 (disc 1), 1-9, 11-13 (disc 2)) |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Lecter | Keyboards (tracks 3, 6, 7, 10 (disc 1), 1, 2, 4, 5, 8-10, 13 (disc 2)) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 3, 6, 9-11 (disc 2)) |
Paul Allender | Guitars (tracks 1, 4, 8, 11 (disc 1), 6, 11 (disc 2)) |
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Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Artwork |
Mike Exeter | Mixing |
Salvatore | Photography |
Mark Harwood | Mixing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Damien Gregori | Liner notes |
Mark Beuchet | Photography |
Count Filth | Liner notes |
Mandy W | Photography |
John Fryer | Producer |
Kit Woolven | Producer |
Jan Peter Genkel | Producer |
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1. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:01 | instrumental |
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2. | Dusk and Her Embrace | 06:08 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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3. | Beneath the Howling Stars | 07:37 | Show lyrics |
Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Elizabeth, paragon of vice, watches the sun set pyres alight. As bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep, like spellbound paramours at her feet. A chatter of bells without, raise hellhounds, teeth on edge. From sleighs hastened through snow lit red, guests espied from the garret ledge. Great gloomy mirror tell her face, she will outblind them all. That heavenly bodies would fall from grace, to possess such a lustrous pall. For beauty is always Cruel! For beauty is always... Let destiny in chains commence! Damnation under Gods seeking recompense, enslaving to the whims of this mistress. As the dance ensued, Elizabeth’s mood, tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon. In slick black iciness it grew, to consume. The wench her tower tombed, tending to her costume. Bore the brunt of the storm, when the needle askewed. She has her dogs maul the bitch’s wrists through. Restored to jaded bliss, this Evisceratrix. Descended to the ball with painted blood upon her lips. Passing like a comet so white, as to eclipse. The waltz wound down, transfixed! Devoid of all breath in the air. Even Death paled to compare, to the taint of her splendour, so rare and engendered, Upon the awed throng gathered there. Beneath the howling stars! She danced so macabre, men entranced divined from her gait. That this angel stepped from a pedestal, had won remission from fate. By alighting to darker spheres, delighting in held sway. For she was not unlike the Goddess, to whom the wolves bayed. Whilst envy glanced daggers from court maidens, arboured. Who whispered in sects of suspicions abroad, that Elizabeth bewitched. See how even now the whore casts her spells upon the Black Count, whom her reddened lips hold fast. Tongue unto tongue, swept on tides without care. For the harpies who rallied their maledict glares. A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara, for passions ensnared. Phantasies sexed when their eyes, moonstruck met. Their friction wore a way through the sea of foreplay. Lovers at first bite, an Eve tempted to lay. Gasping at rafters, flesh pressed in ballet. But caprice, honours leashed. She absconded the feast to prowl wonderland. Beasts in hand from the keep of feudal dilemma. Well mantled in furs, through cullis to watch. Dogstars howl at the earth! On this violent night, unholy night. Winds lashed their limbs together, as the ether vent its wintry spite. She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes, to excite the bleak advance. From castle bowers, wherein small hours, the Devil never came by chance. A lone charm tied to her inner thigh, sent lusts nova as hooves trod. Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet, were flung to a wayward God. Midwinter wrongs the rites of spring, her spinal chill rakes the earth. Whilst pensive souls at zero sing, woebetidings of rebirth. Under cold stares of Mars maligned, near-suicides cross their hearts. And unborns writhe in tepid brine, for something wicked this way starts. Beneath the howling stars! Pounding upon the pauper ridge, earshot of a hunched beldame. Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please, such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye. But the hag replied: "This girl that chides, will soon be as plagued with age as I." Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath, for Elizabeth’s grace could raise. A flag of truce in burning heaven, or the dead from early graves. Yet still she seethed this proud snow-queen, embittered with the cursed retort. And because he sought her loves onslaught, he gutted the crone for sport. Soon in full moon fever they were wed, lycanthropic in the conjugal bed. Littered with aphrodisiacs to tease dynastic union, and beget them further maniacs. Elizabeth, Free reigned, now a Countess. Outwielded and outwore, her title like a favoured dress. Whilst her errant Lord, whose seasons savoured war, stormed black to fell the infidel. Her embers, tempered, roared! |
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4. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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5. | Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead Version) | 08:07 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. Lucretia is my love in vein, when thy tears bleed sweeter, thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries, toll o’er the sobbing throng. A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes, whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong. I am he, the crowned and conquering darkness! Satan robed in ecumenical filth, livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph. This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Never leave me! This catafalque night when awed stars report, their absence from the heavenly brow. Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts, whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout. How the storm it fulfills, my heart though unhealed, celestial knifes ebonied. And wild woods thrill, yet far fiercer still, her lustre eviscerates me. Carpathia, priapic lovers twist in concert with her. Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates, the path towards the castle weary innocence takes. I rule as Master here, where feral hordes impart my temper. Love sank wounded when I betrayed! Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage. Usher the spite seething Draconist, and commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty. Erubescent veil descend, psalmed sunset thus portends. And laid to rest, I now am blessed, With this darkness forever more. Supreme vampiric evil! This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep, and sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies. I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep, enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed. Beauty slept and angels wept for her immortal soul. In this repose, all evil chose to claim her for their very own. Carpathia, the pleasured dead speak of her! In necromantic tongue, when ambered daylights are done. Masturbating in their graves on her zenith to come. Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded. Nightfall, take my hand! Seduce me with silky timbred limbs. Grant me thy dark command! Over the peaks framing tapestries, of thick forest, dusk has filled. With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist, Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill. |
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6. | The Twisted Nails of Faith | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | Saffron’s Curse | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall, lay in state with the sad and damned. A rent lament barely flung above a whisper, drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man. I Found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor. A kindred spirit in a graveyard, beneath the stature of a colder saviour. Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques, and through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast. Like a come dream true under etched glass spent, making love to the beautiful dead. She has sinned and severed heaven, and in its vulgar sight, two figures writhe, but one silhouette, extends its fingers to the light. Gothic towers tottered on my heels, as I fled asylum grounds. Committing hard crimes to soft cells, where now another’s screams resound. From the gaspings in her passing, six feet under or beneath frayed gown. When her hands pointed to midnight, in a white stained chamber bound. I swept her from the abyss of another dementia. Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate, to take the reins of pleasure. Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure, at the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs. Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch, out of spite and playful eyes. Pricked as a witch her stitches itch, for familiar lips to lick them dry. Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks, the sun forsakes the rite to rise! And is the first to discern, that this angel’s return, is a vengeful call on grace. For even martyrdom backs from its suicide pacts, a leap of twisted fate betrayed. The scars will last until the stars, caught in her train bewitched. Fall into line and yield the sign, that dawn in born to their eclipse. For our inhumankind, comes an underdog day sunrise. Rippling with fire like femaledition. Wind amidst the flame, I gazed out, tapped into the fog and shared her pain. When in her mind she sought his leave, and begged forgiveness. I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor, of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore. What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard! I wished her back but the dead adored her, even wild winds sang in chora for her. Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore: We’d be together more! Creation froze with the triumph of Death, but still she stirred and awoke bereft, of concern save for the aeons left, o lead the darkness. She schemes of growing power, and the lengths sucked hard to get it. I dream of being God but ever living to regret it. Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for, the Devil on her knees. To grant her lows a remedy, and mine desire’s wish, to taste thereof of Heaven’s scent, as sick and twisted as it is. For her corset laced with arsenic, hides snake curves within her midst. Whilst her halo of white lies supplies, her temple to what God forbids. |
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9. | Malice Through the Looking Glass | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Take away the wine, for restlessness plagues me. I am assailed by a spectre profounder, than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime. I shalt suffer this confessional mime! Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas. Only once it is dark doth my misery cease. She died to a sky dressed in flame. Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice, who fell to their God o’er her vision and voice. I am as dusk come to ravish the light. Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night. I will answer thy prayers! If thou Wouldst drink of my life. Encroaching evening skies, die with such tragedy. And those interred in cold graves, dwell on pleasures to be. In deep hysteria, where our legend still breathes, Through sweet death and thereafter, wweeping nightmares shalt feed. |
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10. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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11. | Lord Abortion | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, aah, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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2. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow (Red October Mix) | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night, her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light. A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas. Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed, to the ravenous wolves that the elements led, from crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease. Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn, flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm. Gilded in crests of carpathian breed! Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born. On that eve when the countess’ own came deformed, a tragedy crept to the name Bathory! Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose, grew so dark as this sylph, none more cold in repose. Yet her beauty spun webs ’round hearts a glance would betroth. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall, But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled. Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel, and possessed of such delights! For ravens winged Her nightly flights of erotica. Half spurned from the pulpit, torments to occur. Half learnt from the cabal of demons in her. Her walk went to voodoo to see her own shadow adored. At mass without flaw, though inwards she abhored. Not her coven of suitors, but the stare of their Lord. I must avert mine eyes to hymns, for his gaze brings dogmas to my skin. He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites, with him undead for three long nights. Elizabeth listened, no sermons intoned. Dragged such guilt to her door, tombed her soul with such stone. For she swore the priest sighed, when she knelt down to atone. She feared the light! So when she fell like a sinner to vice, under austere, puritanical rule, she sacrificed! Her decorum as chaste to this wolf of the cloth, pouncing to haunt her confessional box. Forgiveness would come when her sins were washed off, by rebaptism in white. The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths, upon the grave of her innocence. Her hidden face spat murder, from a whisper to a scream. All sleep seemed cursed in faustian verse. But there in orgiastic Hell no horrors were worse, than the mirrored revelation. Then She kissed the Devil’s phallus by her own decree. So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky. Solstice eve, she fled the castle in secret. A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare, on winds without prayer. Stigmata still wept between her legs. A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds. She sought the sorceress, through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair. Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die, for the throat of Elizabeth. Damnation won and urged the moon, in soliloquy to gleam. Twixt the trees in shafts to ghost a path. Past the howl of buggered nymphs in the sodomite’s grasp. To the forest’s vulva, where the witch scholared her, in even darker themes. Amongst philtres and melissas, midst the grease of strangled men, and eldritch truths, elder ill-omen, Elizabeth came to life again. And under lacerations of dawn, she returned like a flame unto a deathshead, With a promise to burn. Secrets brooded as she rode, through mist and marsh to where they showed, her castle walls wherein the restless, counted carrion crows. She awoke from a fable to mourning, church bells wringing her madly from sleep. Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung, like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry. The biblical prattled their mantras, hexes six-tripled their fees. But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen autumns had passed, and she was a widow from God and his wrath, finally. |
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3. | For Those Who Died (Return to the Sabbat Mix) (Sabbat cover) | 06:16 | Show lyrics |
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies Their unforgotten violence, remember those who died And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still Their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre This self-righteous inquisition is a plague upon our land as false as the confessions they force from shattered hands "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Abused my broken body is cleansed by righteous flame, Their God a ’God of Mercy’ yet in whose name I slain. My innocence the victim of their superstitious fears Religious persecution for the past three hundred years Preaching peace and mercy ’neath the shadow of the knife A papal reign of terror, slaughter in the name of Christ And as my flesh is put to fire I hear their voices still their unjust accusations demanding I am killed "We shall show no mercy to heathen such as thee Who stand accused and have refused the Church’s clemency Your wicked acts are endless through the crimes we cannot name Innocent or guilty proved, we’ll burn you just the same" Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre Burning, into the fire Burning, a funeral pyre |
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4. | Sodomy and Lust (Sodom cover) | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power asks why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals if a thousand deads congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with them master Mighty prophet’s stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed curse them! Sucking your giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don’t fear any god will deny you for this Bath in sin Sadistic souls Break Their crust Sodomy and lust |
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5. | Twisting Further Nails | 05:30 | Show lyrics |
Mirror, mirror on the wall! Shouldn’t not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done, grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue. Three moondials froze in the shadow of six, as another soul passed to the grasping Styx. Clutching their trinket crucifix. Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge, omens of corruption from within the church. A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth. Alone as a stone cold altar, the castle and its keep. Like faerytale dominion rose, a widow to the snowy peaks. Wherein reclined the Countess, limbs purring from the kill. Bathed in virgin white and like the night, alive and young and unfulfilled. Was it the cry of a wolf, that broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection, as the moon’s in narrow windows caught, that opened like dark eyelids on, the sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon. Like a siren weaving songs, from the lilt of choirs choking. Where the vengeful dead belong. To the sorceress and her charnel arts, she swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars, beneath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars. To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair. Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, in netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared. Was it the kiss of the mist, that peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection, from Gods upon their forest plinths. Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win, remission from despair through a holocaust of sin. In a tongue hilted in invective rectums, over signs and seals the sorceress prayed. To Death, to rend the slender veil, that ancient ones might rise again. As shadows swelled the Countess fell, to masturbating with her dagger as the witch gabbled spells. Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell, as sudden thunder’s grue harangue announced two pincered worlds. Exuding bane, something came! With the stench of necrophiled graves. To these clandestines, who shrank from glimpsing horror, that the growls of mating ghouls inclined. Resplendent in pendants! Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns. A demon, bewinged, bedight! In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run. An arctic tongue upon her vulva, where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs. Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore, receiving sole communion from the body of Christ. If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend. I will yield this witch to thee, if thou wouldst draw a veil for me, over lengthening scars of age and grief. As the Demon slavered foetid vows, and bore his prey away. In talons itching to perpetrate, the nausea of eternal rape. The sorceress screaming in his grasp, spat a final curse to stain. The Countess with the promise, that her Lord at war would be cruelly slain. And She would rot alone, insane! On the twisted nails of faith... |
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6. | Amor e Morte (Lycanthropy Mix) | 07:15 | Show lyrics |
Her bouquets are wilted, too long has she slept. Their cruel red mouths darkened to bowed silhouettes. I saw in a new moon with her scent on my breath, but then all to soon came the hunger for flesh. I held her in eyes like Necropoli, laying her on a tomb with a view. Lighting her from her feet to the stars in her hair. Drove sweet blood to her throat, and my lips parted there. In the tone of splintered bone she screams benighted, my limbs ignite. A carnal carnivore on all fours to go! An ebon Nemesis from torture gardens of Dis having never breathed an eve as far narcotic as this. Two spellbound Hellhounds hearts pounding loud, racing Heaven out of focus under quicksilver clouds. God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! To cast our feral shadows there we made love, bleed on a deathbed shared, where begging me to feed to best be were. I licked her wounds and ate her rare! Argentinum spurred her watnon words incurred, a sin ridden tongue to open trading in fur. Never were those gates of pearl so rubbed to their cusp, never were the worlds above so bitten with the bestial. Seraphim fell like guillotines, giving gracious head instead of harking prophecies. And how our brother sang: Amor e Morte! Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! Unfasten thy masque, come skyclad to my arms, leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet. I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen, the chill keen of stars over yew and deep wooded ravines. A hidden meridian where Midian may be! In black antlered glades, encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name, I buck under flames, animal nitrates howling through my veins. I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore, new lusts eclipsing lips that brought me to this verge of war, with inner beasts unleashed to feast, fuck and run. Rampart in chase of she-wolf pacts, forged on heat with setting suns. I love the night, it would murder my soul should I ever fall blind. For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind the stampede of clouds from dusk’s predatory sky. Purple versed like the funeral hearse that first turned thee over to my unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist, dressed for the sepulchre. My Demon bride! God is maimed, come let us prey! To lunar deities that pave dead ways twixt the living and the grave. Amor e Morte! Ours was a chorus for raucous souls, shifting shape and lifting napes to commemorate erotic stains. Amor e Morte! |
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7. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:53 | instrumental |
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8. | Lustmord and Wargasm II | 07:45 | Show lyrics |
An archangel in bondage, bediademed and souled. With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold. Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past. Cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass. And though her eyes still held fire as stonewalls caged the beast, against the lassitudes of Death, she fought but fell to greet. And midst lies in collusion she was martyred to teach, that divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet. But I swore that they would, before the veil could part our embrace. Twixt her cold, silent hips I kissed, and promised christendom in flames. Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. How they plead to the skies, but this is mere foreplay to war. Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal. Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest. A psychophant, the despoiler of faith, now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese. For her interred, I tore a battle banner from his hide. Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and deicide. So came the night, its obsidian light, is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines. And under black skirts that whisper of delight, darkseeds near fruition darked deeds to marry mine. In Death’s bed I have lain, paying lip-service to shame. But for dreaming of thee I regain, a reason to seek life again. Then we smite the divine, for our true nature is sin. To strip tender flesh from these swine, like the lick of carnivorous winds. The breath of the storm that begins, by forcing its herod tongue in, the womb of the holy virgin to taste of immaculate sin. From temptation’s peak we will see, the world unfurled at last. Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind, shall be as one in grim repast. Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap. A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep. A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep. And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a scream. And we shall dance amid the ruin as Adam and Evil. Dizzy at the falling stars that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval. If all must we damn for this moment, then it shall be so. For our souls have crossed oceans of time, to clasp one another more tightly than Death could alone. As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl. The talons of lust rake a clarion call, to the lick of carnivorous winds. The lick of carnivorous winds! Gravid with madness, like a feculent dirge, that obsesses the heart. I am covened by words, to avenge her ebon splendour and surrender, my soul to the dead to achieve. Prophecies of libidinous scourge, horripilation braying o’er carious herds. Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers, to a no one there, to hinder her decree. To weed the world of their disease! As shadows unblind mine eyes to see, the meat that is their congregation. |
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9. | Dawn of Eternity (Massacre cover) | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Winter ice - Terminal frost Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man’s fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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10. | Of Dark Blood and Fucking (Stripped to the Bone Mix) | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Sister midnight comes blaspheming Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor’s edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming ’Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other’s throat In a slick drift of red Setting god’s teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succour me. That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succour me |
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11. | Dance Macabre | 04:27 | instrumental |
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12. | Hell Awaits (Slayer cover) | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
Existing on damnation’s edge The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There’s seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole That Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can’t be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you’ll live your last Warriors from Hell’s Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There’s no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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13. | Hallowed Be Thy Name (Iron Maiden cover) | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
I’m waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime Reflecting on my past life and it doesn’t have much time Cos at 5 o’clock they take me to the Gallows Pole The sands of time for me are running low When the priest comes to read me the last rites I take a look through the bars at the last sights Of a world that has gone very wrong for me Can it be there’s some sort of error Hard to stop the surmounting terror Is it really the end not some crazy dream Somebody please tell me that I’m dreaming It’s not so easy to stop from screaming But words escape me when I try to speak Tears they flow but why am I crying After all I am not afraid of dying Don’t believe that there is never an end As the guards march me out to the courtyard Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" If there’s a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me And though the end is near I’m not sorry Catch my soul cos it’s willing to fly away Mark my words please believe my soul lives on Please don’t worry now that I have gone I’ve gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand Maybe then you’ll begin to understand Life down there is just a strange illusion. |
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01:12:58 |
Live Bait for the Dead
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:37 | instrumental |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Live Bait for the Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:37 | instrumental |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Live Bait for the Dead
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Live Bait for the Dead
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Intro - The Ceremony Opens | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Live Bait for the Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:37 | instrumental |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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44:50 |
Live Bait for the Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:37 | instrumental |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Live Bait for the Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Lord Abotion | ||
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2. | Ebony Dresses for Sunset | ||
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | ||
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4. | Cthulhu Dawn | ||
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | ||
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | ||
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | ||
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | ||
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | ||
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | ||
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | ||
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Live Bait for the Dead
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Live Bait for the Dead
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Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | Intro: The Ceremony Opens | ||
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2. | Lord Abortion | ||
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3. | Ebony Dressed For Sunset | ||
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name | ||
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn | ||
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6. | Dusk And Her Embrace | ||
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7. | The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh | ||
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | ||
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9. | Her Ghost In The Fog | ||
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10. | Summer Dying Fast | ||
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11. | Interlude: Creatures That Kissed In Cold Mirrors | ||
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12. | From The Cradle To Enslave | ||
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13. | Queen Of Winter, Throned | ||
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1. | Lord Abotion | ||
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2. | Ebony Dresses for Sunset | ||
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4. | Cthulhu Dawn | ||
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | ||
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | ||
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | ||
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | ||
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | ||
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | ||
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | ||
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Live Bait for the Dead
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Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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1. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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2. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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3. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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4. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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5. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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6. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Damnation and a Day
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars (additional) |
David Pubis | Bass |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Dave McEwen (R.I.P. 2005) | Vocals (narration) (on all "intro" tracks, except tracks 9, 13) |
Madame Slam | "Fellation" |
The Budapest Film Orchestra and Choir | Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
László Zádori | Conductor |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral Mixing, Orchestral Arrangements |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Mixing |
Steve Regina | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
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1. | A Bruise upon the Silent Moon | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
"And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep..." |
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2. | The Promise of Fever | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life’s blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards. |
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3. | Hurt and Virtue | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers, ’neath stars that marred descending skies. From the cusp of midnight mountains, wending as a mist. Rebels truced with feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising his hellraising through the sparse and marble clime. Where virtue bathed, their ravings made her fountains flood with wine. Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs. She drifted from the path, she was surely set upon. Courting chaos, prized in the sight of the covering angel. Taught in ways of smothering another lover, other than God! Worshipped in each other’s arms like spider eidolons. The moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on! And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run, on soft white throats and punctured moans! Though fated now than later, by his tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future he had seen. Of Michael, psyched with jealousies, A reich right by his side. And worming man about to be, the apple of his eye! His children lost to free will, and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night ’twixt vice and virtue, when her kiss became a scar. Seraph enemies, why has my lord forsaken my judgment? Am I not free as he to indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips, these words were slathered. Split with the whips of their witch hunt gathered! He sought her grave, midst drowning crowds that howled in rage: Blasphemer! Blasphemer! Though she was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng. But ghosted back where she belong. A grace embracing Michael, in a lace of tears that bleared his pride. He swallowed, blood followed, though with spit for all things divine. Though with spit for all things so fucking blind! His seal he tore and to the floor, he threw this tie to Heaven, signifying holy war! And watchful of this sign, a thousand flames, unauthorised! Left celestial posts to coalesce and unified. Return their fallen leader, as he turned one final time. And threw a glance like a downward lance, that stung like guilt in every mind! Stung like guilt in every... |
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4. | An Enemy Led the Tempest | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
As pride precedes the downfall, so he took his place before the firewall. Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one, was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung. Between forgiveness and the damage done! An electric scent over drear decay, lent a violent surge to their serenades. Through white glades as his winged parade, bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors. Within vast skies unversed in starkness, his might grew and blew light hues to grey. And worse, a third of stars to darkness! Then thunder seethed, And wreathed in thickening night. A line was drawn midst wrong and right, and across the throats of thieves. As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven’s farthest shore. Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war. He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. Enraged, he raved in balrog howls, upon a storm firstborn of sin. Incensed anew, rebellious tore, like frenzied beasts of prey through temple doors. Thrown east before the midnight masses. And where once bliss reigned so serene, in sweeter glades now veins ran openly, like eyes that shed from kindred ashes. When suddenly, There shone a hideous light. And a voice like three insanities, soared up in thistled speech. "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none, and for this grave mistake, how thou art fallen morning sun, the proud will be abased." He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. And lo, the wrath of God swept down. "Thou art no more an angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred. And thou shalt suffer my burning will..." Quoth this raven: "Nevermore". Never fucking more! And with these words like heavy stone, cast against that gilded throne. With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee! His eyes a picture of distaste, drawn to tears and in their place, the dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity. I wept for him a deep red river, that ran like blood through scarred ravines. To sluice away the guilt that slithered, like a serpent tongue to Eve. For once as I, in heaven climbed, too high for truth to truly see. My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie: The fool was me! Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond the dark gates with no way back! His crown of gold faded to black, like a bruise upon the heart that lingers. With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths, of rope to hang high, ten commandments by, snaked about his upraised fingers. |
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5. | Damned in Any Language (A Plague on Words) | 01:57 | Show lyrics |
"And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. And the Great Dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world, he was cast out into the Earth and his angels were cast out with him." (Revelations 12:7-9) |
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6. | Better to Reign in Hell | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
Better to reign in hell! Better to reign in hell! Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain, in dark lowland that set bad blood in veins. Burning like penal fires roused to strain, the jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses. The golden dawn lay lost to mist, where emboldened thorns, made their bed with toppled stones. He closed his eyes, sunken to dream there, of crow-black skies and a great white empty throne. Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions. He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry, and drifted back to when his stung its target. The sneer of Michael on a glorious high, of angel dust and virtue by his side. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, that downfall seemed like yesterday. Though blurred moons passed, as enemies in high places laughed. Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines. He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time. Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines. The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine. She came to him! A little whip of tantrums, thrashed on velvet skins, that lines her wishbone henge. Her name was Sin! A warming spurt of mantras, splashed on occult tongues, that whispered sweet revenge. For the shame of their crawl from grace, cold and hollow as the grave. And for a rape and ruinous scourge, spared for souls that shared God’s worship. For now their throats coated notes with dirge, that poured from parapets to the pits below. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, a wretched scream like yesterday. Died at last, with the rising of the revenant dark. All sharpened claws and blunt discharge! "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord, tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes, of Virtue slipping into bondage masks. Better to reign in Hell! Freewill made me better to reign in hell!" And with new wings, unfurled and spoken, he took to things that would desecrate the world. The seduction of both, woman and man, for a bastard masterplan. Better to reign in hell! Drowning out the past! Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays, beneath the stars that staggered from the blast! |
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7. | Serpent Tongue | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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8. | Carrion | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Lurking in the shade of dark and fragrant trees. Shirking from the rage that tore the Heavens free. A vagrant angel, his with span to see, the garden swell with terrors to banish man and Eve! Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! Full-blooded, breasted! Nerve ends tested to behests of pain. A sombre lot to gain! A storm slid in, borne by carnal winds. The upper ether thinned, and therein sat Abomination! Satan seated there, savouring the reek of desolation. Their dank despair, moved his speech to leech the air! "Behold, the golden door to paradise is lost. So praise me as you raised your Lord, and I shall thaw this gnawing frost." Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! And destined for a spiteful fate, wherein evil sought the shamed, as pawns in greater stakes. Across this cosmic game, to win the hand of darkness, and set her in her rightful place! "Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground, for out of it was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genesis 3:17-19) With that the pact was sealed, and as creation reeled, bewitched oration filled, the hearts of all who came to crawl, upon these earthen fields. A sombre lot to till! A wracked black acid song, spat from the massive throng, of seraph knelt along, the deep red welt to domination. The deep red welt to domination... |
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9. | The Mordant Liquor of Tears | 02:35 | instrumental |
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10. | Presents from the Poison-Hearted | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia, heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow, before my coronation and vocal aspirations, to rule this fool creation, fallen ’neath me now. I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ. Were scarred from afar under starry lustre, sighting my recitals on the rites of vice. Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the glittering mask of pride, saving face, finding thorns to pierce his side! Desire the fire, spread Hell throughout my soul. And higher the wire, the more I sought control. Straining from the leash in exultation, head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs. The global scent of fornication, a writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues. I whispered schemes to dreamers then, to pursue an Eden that screamed of me supreme again! As my world bloomed, so too the moon. Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel and Jared blew! Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the slippery guise of lies, saving face, making waves to drown their faith. Messiahs, Pariahs! Aeons reversed the two! This higher, their spires, The more cursed grew their roots and suffering. I swept cruel seas, on the galley of the shadow of Death. A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon. A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on, the coast of Menses. Discharged from celestial wombs, a first degree murder of ravens. Followed in fugue through the crack of doom. The goat of Mendes! I set regime, in the galley of the shadow of Death. Angels in raiments, as pure as coal, taking their payments in tortured mortal souls. A bold direction, the abyss edge, but on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless. As they preyed the paths of the righteous, through the myth of thistled orchard floors. Bearing gifts of plenitude, for the apples of the Lord were rotten to the core. Temptation, my ambassador! Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero! All begged of me for more! Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven I could not see. Beyond my wildest fantasies! Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded whose who played to win. Skin for precious skin, and that that wormed within. Staining the reams of revelation, etching ever-afters in accursed verse. The limpid rags of resurrection, from papal parapets were to dirt dispersed. Desire, the flyers, spread Hell throughout their souls. And higher the fire, the more I held control! |
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11. | Doberman Pharaoh, or Destiny Wore a Bondage Mask | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
To and fro, through freeze and thaws, from zenith to nadir! The universal tug of war, saw lines drawn in the sand appear. Divisions for a promised land, and Hell for those that dwelt, beneath a Pharaoh’s granite hand, where death wed something else. Millennia swam passed, since the covened Ark, ran aground on Ararat! But anew, tempered shadows grew, out of Midian’s strewing fear. Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms, led a desert son to sear. From the palace orchard I espied, where swooning trees and moonbeams vied. For the painted eye of the royal bride, whose gliding curves were deified. Beyond her grace where love would die, wretched destiny arrive! Back and forth the prophet came, riddled with a tongue of plagues. That would render mighty Egypt lame, if the rage of God stayed unassuaged. I listened with a heavy heart, but unyielded to the threats. This Hebrew in a jackal’s mask, would dredge into effect. Thenceforth the Nile reddened, as if Set stretched his hand to beset the damned! And bruised with flies, the skies grew leadened. But these miracles, feared, were all but reared, By nature, whose law alone stood that revered. Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark, of Yahveh burned on in the dark! One final time, on the steps to the shrine of Thoth, I twined with fate! Let my people go, still my word is "no". Then Death shall be the deciding plague. Since the crimes divine I left behind, I’d warred with every tribe that plied, in holy vestment, but with time. Bored sore of clawing what was mine. I laid my bones and made my throne, with a view to paradise. Thenceforth the heavens deafened, as if great beasts were unleashed to feast on man. And with carrion span Michael was weaponed, to descend with scorn, a dark reform, through Pi-Ramses skinning mine and her firstborn! Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark, of Yahveh bleeding in the dark! With nauseous dawn, a cry forlorn! Unified from plazas deep. The prophet’s curse, far worse had worked, to wrest the war in me from sleep. Drowned in night, a downward light, bathed the snaking exodus. Through the wilderness, as the aeons crept, impressed with fresh bloodlust. |
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12. | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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13. | A Scarlet Witch Lit the Season | 01:33 | instrumental |
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14. | Mannequin | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat. Using them all, like the paralyzing snake. Charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I cannot remember, how it was that we first met. Curve of moon and haunted shore, the stars were not those Heaven sent. Did we come together at masked palatial balls, in silks and flesh and leather or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle, the eerie song of wolves, and eyes that danced with fire as they have forever more. Our rites of sin, have long fathered a hymn. To burden him whom by slip of after whim. At Genesis, dressed her like the wind! In Autumn gowns that pinned her down, to be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! Always poised on winter, but never would she break. My lovecraft and black witch heart, that pounded in her wake. We kissed on distant balconies, a law unto her own. Thirteenth dark commandment of figures pressed to stone. Turning cream with fantasies that God alone would know. We graced the Vomitorium with the sweet excess of Rome. Flagrant in the past! Our names were deeply carved, on the tree of life in long dead languages. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I tongued the nuns at Louviers, but not one word possessed. Her divine right, an archetype, for mortal Goddesses! |
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15. | Thank God for the Suffering | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
I still recall the first fullmoon of May, beneath whose rays we lay together. And those bright nights on glassy waves, when we would glide lightly away from the grain, for wicked flights of pleasure. Those visions fade like ghosts to life’s parade. Though incisions once made her so vivid. A scarlet whore with both heels in the door, of a Heaven severed from me, insipid. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, but for the rapture. That ancient plan for my defeat, denied faith skies that would have set her free. It seems again dreams wend to capture. Once dancing in a spotlit waltz through a shadowed dimension. Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes. The world drifted by in lost momentum. With no divine intervention! Regardless that the author of sin was me and I. Lay chaste of hate in faith’s embrace, as mortals warred with more besides. They warred with life itself! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn for her return, I would make my peace with everything. I still recall, the first fullmoon of May, consigned to flames like secret letters. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, were we not parted. Her splintered loss rekindles rage, the winter frost dwindles across my stage. Lit up once more to score finales started. Love would have conquered all! Love would have conquered hate! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! |
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16. | The Smoke of Her Burning | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Earth and sea cower from my screams, as I climb into the skies. Atop sins towered heaven-high for me, from whence I see no reason why. I should not smite with vengeance, and hurl thieves down from paradise. For storms before were as nothing more, than a breeze next to this night. I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. A riot of stars shaken from their stations. The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning. Six vices become wrath! And though half-blind with ravening, like Phineus now I see. The end declared from the beginning, love won through my defeat. But now I fear I will never peer, on her radiance again. I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red of faces pressed to bloodstained panes. Betrayed and played by God, who alone but he scpaegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on his parade! Angels, clawed, with burnished wings. Still loyal, kiss the seal. Bent on knees and harrowing, promise overkill. Know that you shall die like whores, and the cries of your writhings shall rise, to pleased their Lord. So before the sword, side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. The spoken horns of desolation. Drink the pouring of my fury, those darkened waters spur. The brink of war as judge and jury, and rapist executioner! Our time is short, the horsemen ride. A foul-breathed chora howls, besides. Damnation and a day has passed, this divine right to genocide. Weld the gates to heaven shut, the abyss leers in hissing ruts. Unhilt the black grimoire of Death, inscribe all names that God has left. I lived the dream of nymph and men, but now the nightmares come again. Now the nightmares come again! |
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17. | End of Daze | 01:24 | Show lyrics |
"And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep." |
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Damnation and a Day
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars (additional) |
David Pubis | Bass |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
The Budapest Film Orchestra and Choir | Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Dave McEwen (R.I.P. 2005) | Vocals (narration) (on all "intro" tracks, except tracks 9, 13) |
Madame Slam | "Fellation" |
Miscellaneous staff | |
László Zádori | Conductor |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral Mixing, Orchestral Arrangements |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Mixing |
Steve Regina | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
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1. | A Bruise upon the Silent Moon | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
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2. | The Promise of Fever | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life’s blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards. |
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3. | Hurt and Virtue | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers, ’neath stars that marred descending skies. From the cusp of midnight mountains, wending as a mist. Rebels truced with feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising his hellraising through the sparse and marble clime. Where virtue bathed, their ravings made her fountains flood with wine. Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs. She drifted from the path, she was surely set upon. Courting chaos, prized in the sight of the covering angel. Taught in ways of smothering another lover, other than God! Worshipped in each other’s arms like spider eidolons. The moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on! And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run, on soft white throats and punctured moans! Though fated now than later, by his tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future he had seen. Of Michael, psyched with jealousies, A reich right by his side. And worming man about to be, the apple of his eye! His children lost to free will, and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night ’twixt vice and virtue, when her kiss became a scar. Seraph enemies, why has my lord forsaken my judgment? Am I not free as he to indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips, these words were slathered. Split with the whips of their witch hunt gathered! He sought her grave, midst drowning crowds that howled in rage: Blasphemer! Blasphemer! Though she was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng. But ghosted back where she belong. A grace embracing Michael, in a lace of tears that bleared his pride. He swallowed, blood followed, though with spit for all things divine. Though with spit for all things so fucking blind! His seal he tore and to the floor, he threw this tie to Heaven, signifying holy war! And watchful of this sign, a thousand flames, unauthorised! Left celestial posts to coalesce and unified. Return their fallen leader, as he turned one final time. And threw a glance like a downward lance, that stung like guilt in every mind! Stung like guilt in every... |
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4. | An Enemy Led the Tempest | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
As pride precedes the downfall, so he took his place before the firewall. Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one, was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung. Between forgiveness and the damage done! An electric scent over drear decay, lent a violent surge to their serenades. Through white glades as his winged parade, bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors. Within vast skies unversed in starkness, his might grew and blew light hues to grey. And worse, a third of stars to darkness! Then thunder seethed, And wreathed in thickening night. A line was drawn midst wrong and right, and across the throats of thieves. As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven’s farthest shore. Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war. He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. Enraged, he raved in balrog howls, upon a storm firstborn of sin. Incensed anew, rebellious tore, like frenzied beasts of prey through temple doors. Thrown east before the midnight masses. And where once bliss reigned so serene, in sweeter glades now veins ran openly, like eyes that shed from kindred ashes. When suddenly, There shone a hideous light. And a voice like three insanities, soared up in thistled speech. "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none, and for this grave mistake, how thou art fallen morning sun, the proud will be abased." He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. And lo, the wrath of God swept down. "Thou art no more an angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred. And thou shalt suffer my burning will..." Quoth this raven: "Nevermore". Never fucking more! And with these words like heavy stone, cast against that gilded throne. With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee! His eyes a picture of distaste, drawn to tears and in their place, the dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity. I wept for him a deep red river, that ran like blood through scarred ravines. To sluice away the guilt that slithered, like a serpent tongue to Eve. For once as I, in heaven climbed, too high for truth to truly see. My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie: The fool was me! Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond the dark gates with no way back! His crown of gold faded to black, like a bruise upon the heart that lingers. With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths, of rope to hang high, ten commandments by, snaked about his upraised fingers. |
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5. | Damned in Any Language (A Plague on Words) | 01:57 | Show lyrics |
"And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. And the Great Dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world, he was cast out into the Earth and his angels were cast out with him." (Revelations 12:7-9) |
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6. | Better to Reign in Hell | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
Better to reign in hell! Better to reign in hell! Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain, in dark lowland that set bad blood in veins. Burning like penal fires roused to strain, the jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses. The golden dawn lay lost to mist, where emboldened thorns, made their bed with toppled stones. He closed his eyes, sunken to dream there, of crow-black skies and a great white empty throne. Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions. He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry, and drifted back to when his stung its target. The sneer of Michael on a glorious high, of angel dust and virtue by his side. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, that downfall seemed like yesterday. Though blurred moons passed, as enemies in high places laughed. Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines. He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time. Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines. The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine. She came to him! A little whip of tantrums, thrashed on velvet skins, that lines her wishbone henge. Her name was Sin! A warming spurt of mantras, splashed on occult tongues, that whispered sweet revenge. For the shame of their crawl from grace, cold and hollow as the grave. And for a rape and ruinous scourge, spared for souls that shared God’s worship. For now their throats coated notes with dirge, that poured from parapets to the pits below. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, a wretched scream like yesterday. Died at last, with the rising of the revenant dark. All sharpened claws and blunt discharge! "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord, tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes, of Virtue slipping into bondage masks. Better to reign in Hell! Freewill made me better to reign in hell!" And with new wings, unfurled and spoken, he took to things that would desecrate the world. The seduction of both, woman and man, for a bastard masterplan. Better to reign in hell! Drowning out the past! Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays, beneath the stars that staggered from the blast! |
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7. | Serpent Tongue | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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8. | Carrion | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Lurking in the shade of dark and fragrant trees. Shirking from the rage that tore the Heavens free. A vagrant angel, his with span to see, the garden swell with terrors to banish man and Eve! Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! Full-blooded, breasted! Nerve ends tested to behests of pain. A sombre lot to gain! A storm slid in, borne by carnal winds. The upper ether thinned, and therein sat Abomination! Satan seated there, savouring the reek of desolation. Their dank despair, moved his speech to leech the air! "Behold, the golden door to paradise is lost. So praise me as you raised your Lord, and I shall thaw this gnawing frost." Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! And destined for a spiteful fate, wherein evil sought the shamed, as pawns in greater stakes. Across this cosmic game, to win the hand of darkness, and set her in her rightful place! "Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground, for out of it was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genesis 3:17-19) With that the pact was sealed, and as creation reeled, bewitched oration filled, the hearts of all who came to crawl, upon these earthen fields. A sombre lot to till! A wracked black acid song, spat from the massive throng, of seraph knelt along, the deep red welt to domination. The deep red welt to domination... |
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9. | The Mordant Liquor of Tears | 02:35 | instrumental |
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10. | Presents from the Poison-Hearted | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia, heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow, before my coronation and vocal aspirations, to rule this fool creation, fallen ’neath me now. I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ. Were scarred from afar under starry lustre, sighting my recitals on the rites of vice. Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the glittering mask of pride, saving face, finding thorns to pierce his side! Desire the fire, spread Hell throughout my soul. And higher the wire, the more I sought control. Straining from the leash in exultation, head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs. The global scent of fornication, a writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues. I whispered schemes to dreamers then, to pursue an Eden that screamed of me supreme again! As my world bloomed, so too the moon. Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel and Jared blew! Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the slippery guise of lies, saving face, making waves to drown their faith. Messiahs, Pariahs! Aeons reversed the two! This higher, their spires, The more cursed grew their roots and suffering. I swept cruel seas, on the galley of the shadow of Death. A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon. A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on, the coast of Menses. Discharged from celestial wombs, a first degree murder of ravens. Followed in fugue through the crack of doom. The goat of Mendes! I set regime, in the galley of the shadow of Death. Angels in raiments, as pure as coal, taking their payments in tortured mortal souls. A bold direction, the abyss edge, but on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless. As they preyed the paths of the righteous, through the myth of thistled orchard floors. Bearing gifts of plenitude, for the apples of the Lord were rotten to the core. Temptation, my ambassador! Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero! All begged of me for more! Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven I could not see. Beyond my wildest fantasies! Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded whose who played to win. Skin for precious skin, and that that wormed within. Staining the reams of revelation, etching ever-afters in accursed verse. The limpid rags of resurrection, from papal parapets were to dirt dispersed. Desire, the flyers, spread Hell throughout their souls. And higher the fire, the more I held control! |
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11. | Doberman Pharaoh, or Destiny Wore a Bondage Mask | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
To and fro, through freeze and thaws, from zenith to nadir! The universal tug of war, saw lines drawn in the sand appear. Divisions for a promised land, and Hell for those that dwelt, beneath a Pharaoh’s granite hand, where death wed something else. Millennia swam passed, since the covened Ark, ran aground on Ararat! But anew, tempered shadows grew, out of Midian’s strewing fear. Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms, led a desert son to sear. From the palace orchard I espied, where swooning trees and moonbeams vied. For the painted eye of the royal bride, whose gliding curves were deified. Beyond her grace where love would die, wretched destiny arrive! Back and forth the prophet came, riddled with a tongue of plagues. That would render mighty Egypt lame, if the rage of God stayed unassuaged. I listened with a heavy heart, but unyielded to the threats. This Hebrew in a jackal’s mask, would dredge into effect. Thenceforth the Nile reddened, as if Set stretched his hand to beset the damned! And bruised with flies, the skies grew leadened. But these miracles, feared, were all but reared, By nature, whose law alone stood that revered. Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark, of Yahveh burned on in the dark! One final time, on the steps to the shrine of Thoth, I twined with fate! Let my people go, still my word is "no". Then Death shall be the deciding plague. Since the crimes divine I left behind, I’d warred with every tribe that plied, in holy vestment, but with time. Bored sore of clawing what was mine. I laid my bones and made my throne, with a view to paradise. Thenceforth the heavens deafened, as if great beasts were unleashed to feast on man. And with carrion span Michael was weaponed, to descend with scorn, a dark reform, through Pi-Ramses skinning mine and her firstborn! Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark, of Yahveh bleeding in the dark! With nauseous dawn, a cry forlorn! Unified from plazas deep. The prophet’s curse, far worse had worked, to wrest the war in me from sleep. Drowned in night, a downward light, bathed the snaking exodus. Through the wilderness, as the aeons crept, impressed with fresh bloodlust. |
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12. | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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13. | A Scarlet Witch Lit the Season | 01:33 | instrumental |
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14. | Mannequin | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat. Using them all, like the paralyzing snake. Charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I cannot remember, how it was that we first met. Curve of moon and haunted shore, the stars were not those Heaven sent. Did we come together at masked palatial balls, in silks and flesh and leather or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle, the eerie song of wolves, and eyes that danced with fire as they have forever more. Our rites of sin, have long fathered a hymn. To burden him whom by slip of after whim. At Genesis, dressed her like the wind! In Autumn gowns that pinned her down, to be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! Always poised on winter, but never would she break. My lovecraft and black witch heart, that pounded in her wake. We kissed on distant balconies, a law unto her own. Thirteenth dark commandment of figures pressed to stone. Turning cream with fantasies that God alone would know. We graced the Vomitorium with the sweet excess of Rome. Flagrant in the past! Our names were deeply carved, on the tree of life in long dead languages. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I tongued the nuns at Louviers, but not one word possessed. Her divine right, an archetype, for mortal Goddesses! |
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15. | Thank God for the Suffering | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
I still recall the first fullmoon of May, beneath whose rays we lay together. And those bright nights on glassy waves, when we would glide lightly away from the grain, for wicked flights of pleasure. Those visions fade like ghosts to life’s parade. Though incisions once made her so vivid. A scarlet whore with both heels in the door, of a Heaven severed from me, insipid. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, but for the rapture. That ancient plan for my defeat, denied faith skies that would have set her free. It seems again dreams wend to capture. Once dancing in a spotlit waltz through a shadowed dimension. Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes. The world drifted by in lost momentum. With no divine intervention! Regardless that the author of sin was me and I. Lay chaste of hate in faith’s embrace, as mortals warred with more besides. They warred with life itself! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn for her return, I would make my peace with everything. I still recall, the first fullmoon of May, consigned to flames like secret letters. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, were we not parted. Her splintered loss rekindles rage, the winter frost dwindles across my stage. Lit up once more to score finales started. Love would have conquered all! Love would have conquered hate! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! |
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16. | The Smoke of Her Burning | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Earth and sea cower from my screams, as I climb into the skies. Atop sins towered heaven-high for me, from whence I see no reason why. I should not smite with vengeance, and hurl thieves down from paradise. For storms before were as nothing more, than a breeze next to this night. I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. A riot of stars shaken from their stations. The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning. Six vices become wrath! And though half-blind with ravening, like Phineus now I see. The end declared from the beginning, love won through my defeat. But now I fear I will never peer, on her radiance again. I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red of faces pressed to bloodstained panes. Betrayed and played by God, who alone but he scpaegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on his parade! Angels, clawed, with burnished wings. Still loyal, kiss the seal. Bent on knees and harrowing, promise overkill. Know that you shall die like whores, and the cries of your writhings shall rise, to pleased their Lord. So before the sword, side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. The spoken horns of desolation. Drink the pouring of my fury, those darkened waters spur. The brink of war as judge and jury, and rapist executioner! Our time is short, the horsemen ride. A foul-breathed chora howls, besides. Damnation and a day has passed, this divine right to genocide. Weld the gates to heaven shut, the abyss leers in hissing ruts. Unhilt the black grimoire of Death, inscribe all names that God has left. I lived the dream of nymph and men, but now the nightmares come again. Now the nightmares come again! |
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17. | End of Daze | 01:24 | Show lyrics |
"And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep." |
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Damnation and a Day
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars (additional) |
David Pubis | Bass |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
The Budapest Film Orchestra and Choir | Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Dave McEwen (R.I.P. 2005) | Vocals (narration) (on all "intro" tracks, except tracks 9, 13) |
Madame Slam | "Fellation" |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
László Zádori | Conductor |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral Mixing, Orchestral Arrangements |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Mixing |
Steve Regina | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
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1. | A Bruise upon the Silent Moon | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
"And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep..." |
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2. | The Promise of Fever | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life’s blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards. |
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3. | Hurt and Virtue | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers, ’neath stars that marred descending skies. From the cusp of midnight mountains, wending as a mist. Rebels truced with feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising his hellraising through the sparse and marble clime. Where virtue bathed, their ravings made her fountains flood with wine. Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs. She drifted from the path, she was surely set upon. Courting chaos, prized in the sight of the covering angel. Taught in ways of smothering another lover, other than God! Worshipped in each other’s arms like spider eidolons. The moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on! And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run, on soft white throats and punctured moans! Though fated now than later, by his tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future he had seen. Of Michael, psyched with jealousies, A reich right by his side. And worming man about to be, the apple of his eye! His children lost to free will, and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night ’twixt vice and virtue, when her kiss became a scar. Seraph enemies, why has my lord forsaken my judgment? Am I not free as he to indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips, these words were slathered. Split with the whips of their witch hunt gathered! He sought her grave, midst drowning crowds that howled in rage: Blasphemer! Blasphemer! Though she was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng. But ghosted back where she belong. A grace embracing Michael, in a lace of tears that bleared his pride. He swallowed, blood followed, though with spit for all things divine. Though with spit for all things so fucking blind! His seal he tore and to the floor, he threw this tie to Heaven, signifying holy war! And watchful of this sign, a thousand flames, unauthorised! Left celestial posts to coalesce and unified. Return their fallen leader, as he turned one final time. And threw a glance like a downward lance, that stung like guilt in every mind! Stung like guilt in every... |
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4. | An Enemy Led the Tempest | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
As pride precedes the downfall, so he took his place before the firewall. Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one, was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung. Between forgiveness and the damage done! An electric scent over drear decay, lent a violent surge to their serenades. Through white glades as his winged parade, bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors. Within vast skies unversed in starkness, his might grew and blew light hues to grey. And worse, a third of stars to darkness! Then thunder seethed, And wreathed in thickening night. A line was drawn midst wrong and right, and across the throats of thieves. As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven’s farthest shore. Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war. He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. Enraged, he raved in balrog howls, upon a storm firstborn of sin. Incensed anew, rebellious tore, like frenzied beasts of prey through temple doors. Thrown east before the midnight masses. And where once bliss reigned so serene, in sweeter glades now veins ran openly, like eyes that shed from kindred ashes. When suddenly, There shone a hideous light. And a voice like three insanities, soared up in thistled speech. "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none, and for this grave mistake, how thou art fallen morning sun, the proud will be abased." He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. And lo, the wrath of God swept down. "Thou art no more an angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred. And thou shalt suffer my burning will..." Quoth this raven: "Nevermore". Never fucking more! And with these words like heavy stone, cast against that gilded throne. With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee! His eyes a picture of distaste, drawn to tears and in their place, the dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity. I wept for him a deep red river, that ran like blood through scarred ravines. To sluice away the guilt that slithered, like a serpent tongue to Eve. For once as I, in heaven climbed, too high for truth to truly see. My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie: The fool was me! Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond the dark gates with no way back! His crown of gold faded to black, like a bruise upon the heart that lingers. With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths, of rope to hang high, ten commandments by, snaked about his upraised fingers. |
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5. | Damned in Any Language (A Plague on Words) | 01:57 | Show lyrics |
"And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. And the Great Dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world, he was cast out into the Earth and his angels were cast out with him." (Revelations 12:7-9) |
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6. | Better to Reign in Hell | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
Better to reign in hell! Better to reign in hell! Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain, in dark lowland that set bad blood in veins. Burning like penal fires roused to strain, the jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses. The golden dawn lay lost to mist, where emboldened thorns, made their bed with toppled stones. He closed his eyes, sunken to dream there, of crow-black skies and a great white empty throne. Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions. He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry, and drifted back to when his stung its target. The sneer of Michael on a glorious high, of angel dust and virtue by his side. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, that downfall seemed like yesterday. Though blurred moons passed, as enemies in high places laughed. Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines. He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time. Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines. The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine. She came to him! A little whip of tantrums, thrashed on velvet skins, that lines her wishbone henge. Her name was Sin! A warming spurt of mantras, splashed on occult tongues, that whispered sweet revenge. For the shame of their crawl from grace, cold and hollow as the grave. And for a rape and ruinous scourge, spared for souls that shared God’s worship. For now their throats coated notes with dirge, that poured from parapets to the pits below. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, a wretched scream like yesterday. Died at last, with the rising of the revenant dark. All sharpened claws and blunt discharge! "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord, tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes, of Virtue slipping into bondage masks. Better to reign in Hell! Freewill made me better to reign in hell!" And with new wings, unfurled and spoken, he took to things that would desecrate the world. The seduction of both, woman and man, for a bastard masterplan. Better to reign in hell! Drowning out the past! Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays, beneath the stars that staggered from the blast! |
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7. | Serpent Tongue | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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8. | Carrion | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Lurking in the shade of dark and fragrant trees. Shirking from the rage that tore the Heavens free. A vagrant angel, his with span to see, the garden swell with terrors to banish man and Eve! Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! Full-blooded, breasted! Nerve ends tested to behests of pain. A sombre lot to gain! A storm slid in, borne by carnal winds. The upper ether thinned, and therein sat Abomination! Satan seated there, savouring the reek of desolation. Their dank despair, moved his speech to leech the air! "Behold, the golden door to paradise is lost. So praise me as you raised your Lord, and I shall thaw this gnawing frost." Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! And destined for a spiteful fate, wherein evil sought the shamed, as pawns in greater stakes. Across this cosmic game, to win the hand of darkness, and set her in her rightful place! "Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground, for out of it was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genesis 3:17-19) With that the pact was sealed, and as creation reeled, bewitched oration filled, the hearts of all who came to crawl, upon these earthen fields. A sombre lot to till! A wracked black acid song, spat from the massive throng, of seraph knelt along, the deep red welt to domination. The deep red welt to domination... |
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1. | The Mordant Liquor of Tears | 02:35 | instrumental |
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2. | Presents from the Poison-Hearted | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia, heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow, before my coronation and vocal aspirations, to rule this fool creation, fallen ’neath me now. I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ. Were scarred from afar under starry lustre, sighting my recitals on the rites of vice. Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the glittering mask of pride, saving face, finding thorns to pierce his side! Desire the fire, spread Hell throughout my soul. And higher the wire, the more I sought control. Straining from the leash in exultation, head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs. The global scent of fornication, a writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues. I whispered schemes to dreamers then, to pursue an Eden that screamed of me supreme again! As my world bloomed, so too the moon. Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel and Jared blew! Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the slippery guise of lies, saving face, making waves to drown their faith. Messiahs, Pariahs! Aeons reversed the two! This higher, their spires, The more cursed grew their roots and suffering. I swept cruel seas, on the galley of the shadow of Death. A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon. A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on, the coast of Menses. Discharged from celestial wombs, a first degree murder of ravens. Followed in fugue through the crack of doom. The goat of Mendes! I set regime, in the galley of the shadow of Death. Angels in raiments, as pure as coal, taking their payments in tortured mortal souls. A bold direction, the abyss edge, but on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless. As they preyed the paths of the righteous, through the myth of thistled orchard floors. Bearing gifts of plenitude, for the apples of the Lord were rotten to the core. Temptation, my ambassador! Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero! All begged of me for more! Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven I could not see. Beyond my wildest fantasies! Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded whose who played to win. Skin for precious skin, and that that wormed within. Staining the reams of revelation, etching ever-afters in accursed verse. The limpid rags of resurrection, from papal parapets were to dirt dispersed. Desire, the flyers, spread Hell throughout their souls. And higher the fire, the more I held control! |
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3. | Doberman Pharaoh, or Destiny Wore a Bondage Mask | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
To and fro, through freeze and thaws, from zenith to nadir! The universal tug of war, saw lines drawn in the sand appear. Divisions for a promised land, and Hell for those that dwelt, beneath a Pharaoh’s granite hand, where death wed something else. Millennia swam passed, since the covened Ark, ran aground on Ararat! But anew, tempered shadows grew, out of Midian’s strewing fear. Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms, led a desert son to sear. From the palace orchard I espied, where swooning trees and moonbeams vied. For the painted eye of the royal bride, whose gliding curves were deified. Beyond her grace where love would die, wretched destiny arrive! Back and forth the prophet came, riddled with a tongue of plagues. That would render mighty Egypt lame, if the rage of God stayed unassuaged. I listened with a heavy heart, but unyielded to the threats. This Hebrew in a jackal’s mask, would dredge into effect. Thenceforth the Nile reddened, as if Set stretched his hand to beset the damned! And bruised with flies, the skies grew leadened. But these miracles, feared, were all but reared, By nature, whose law alone stood that revered. Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark, of Yahveh burned on in the dark! One final time, on the steps to the shrine of Thoth, I twined with fate! Let my people go, still my word is "no". Then Death shall be the deciding plague. Since the crimes divine I left behind, I’d warred with every tribe that plied, in holy vestment, but with time. Bored sore of clawing what was mine. I laid my bones and made my throne, with a view to paradise. Thenceforth the heavens deafened, as if great beasts were unleashed to feast on man. And with carrion span Michael was weaponed, to descend with scorn, a dark reform, through Pi-Ramses skinning mine and her firstborn! Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark, of Yahveh bleeding in the dark! With nauseous dawn, a cry forlorn! Unified from plazas deep. The prophet’s curse, far worse had worked, to wrest the war in me from sleep. Drowned in night, a downward light, bathed the snaking exodus. Through the wilderness, as the aeons crept, impressed with fresh bloodlust. |
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4. | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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5. | A Scarlet Witch Lit the Season | 01:33 | instrumental |
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6. | Mannequin | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat. Using them all, like the paralyzing snake. Charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I cannot remember, how it was that we first met. Curve of moon and haunted shore, the stars were not those Heaven sent. Did we come together at masked palatial balls, in silks and flesh and leather or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle, the eerie song of wolves, and eyes that danced with fire as they have forever more. Our rites of sin, have long fathered a hymn. To burden him whom by slip of after whim. At Genesis, dressed her like the wind! In Autumn gowns that pinned her down, to be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! Always poised on winter, but never would she break. My lovecraft and black witch heart, that pounded in her wake. We kissed on distant balconies, a law unto her own. Thirteenth dark commandment of figures pressed to stone. Turning cream with fantasies that God alone would know. We graced the Vomitorium with the sweet excess of Rome. Flagrant in the past! Our names were deeply carved, on the tree of life in long dead languages. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I tongued the nuns at Louviers, but not one word possessed. Her divine right, an archetype, for mortal Goddesses! |
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7. | Thank God for the Suffering | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
I still recall the first fullmoon of May, beneath whose rays we lay together. And those bright nights on glassy waves, when we would glide lightly away from the grain, for wicked flights of pleasure. Those visions fade like ghosts to life’s parade. Though incisions once made her so vivid. A scarlet whore with both heels in the door, of a Heaven severed from me, insipid. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, but for the rapture. That ancient plan for my defeat, denied faith skies that would have set her free. It seems again dreams wend to capture. Once dancing in a spotlit waltz through a shadowed dimension. Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes. The world drifted by in lost momentum. With no divine intervention! Regardless that the author of sin was me and I. Lay chaste of hate in faith’s embrace, as mortals warred with more besides. They warred with life itself! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn for her return, I would make my peace with everything. I still recall, the first fullmoon of May, consigned to flames like secret letters. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, were we not parted. Her splintered loss rekindles rage, the winter frost dwindles across my stage. Lit up once more to score finales started. Love would have conquered all! Love would have conquered hate! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! |
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8. | The Smoke of Her Burning / End of Daze | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Earth and sea cower from my screams As I climb into the skies Atop sins towered heaven-high for me From whence I see no reason why I should not smite with vengeance And hurl thieves down from paradise For storms before were as nothing More Than a breeze next to this night I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm A riot of stars shaken from their Stations The choking smoke of Jerusalem Burning Six vices become wrath And though half-blind with ravening Like Phineus now I see The end declared from the beginning Love won through my defeat But now I fear I will never peer On Her radiance again I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes Betrayed and played by God Who alone but He Scpaegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on His parade Angels, clawed, with burnished wings Still loyal, kiss the seal Bent on knees and harrowing Promise overkill Know that you shall die like whores And the cries of your writhings shall Rise To pleased their Lord So before the sword Side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm The spoken horns of desolation Drink the pouring of my fury Those darkened waters spur The brink of war as judge and jury And rapist executioner Our time is short, the horsemen ride A foul-breathed chora howls, besides Damnation and a day has passed This divine right to genocide Weld the gates to heaven shut The abyss leers in hissing ruts Unhilt the black grimoire of death Inscribe all names that God has left I lived the dream of nymph and men But now the nightmares come again Now the nightmares come again "And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep" |
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Damnation and a Day
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars (additional) |
David Pubis | Bass |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
The Budapest Film Orchestra and Choir | Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Dave McEwen (R.I.P. 2005) | Vocals (narration) (on all "intro" tracks, except tracks 9, 13) |
Madame Slam | "Fellation" |
Miscellaneous staff | |
László Zádori | Conductor |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral Mixing, Orchestral Arrangements |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Mixing |
Steve Regina | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
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1. | A Bruise upon the Silent Moon | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
"And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep..." |
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2. | The Promise of Fever | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life’s blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards. |
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3. | Hurt and Virtue | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers, ’neath stars that marred descending skies. From the cusp of midnight mountains, wending as a mist. Rebels truced with feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising his hellraising through the sparse and marble clime. Where virtue bathed, their ravings made her fountains flood with wine. Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs. She drifted from the path, she was surely set upon. Courting chaos, prized in the sight of the covering angel. Taught in ways of smothering another lover, other than God! Worshipped in each other’s arms like spider eidolons. The moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on! And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run, on soft white throats and punctured moans! Though fated now than later, by his tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future he had seen. Of Michael, psyched with jealousies, A reich right by his side. And worming man about to be, the apple of his eye! His children lost to free will, and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night ’twixt vice and virtue, when her kiss became a scar. Seraph enemies, why has my lord forsaken my judgment? Am I not free as he to indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips, these words were slathered. Split with the whips of their witch hunt gathered! He sought her grave, midst drowning crowds that howled in rage: Blasphemer! Blasphemer! Though she was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng. But ghosted back where she belong. A grace embracing Michael, in a lace of tears that bleared his pride. He swallowed, blood followed, though with spit for all things divine. Though with spit for all things so fucking blind! His seal he tore and to the floor, he threw this tie to Heaven, signifying holy war! And watchful of this sign, a thousand flames, unauthorised! Left celestial posts to coalesce and unified. Return their fallen leader, as he turned one final time. And threw a glance like a downward lance, that stung like guilt in every mind! Stung like guilt in every... |
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4. | An Enemy Led the Tempest | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
As pride precedes the downfall, so he took his place before the firewall. Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one, was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung. Between forgiveness and the damage done! An electric scent over drear decay, lent a violent surge to their serenades. Through white glades as his winged parade, bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors. Within vast skies unversed in starkness, his might grew and blew light hues to grey. And worse, a third of stars to darkness! Then thunder seethed, And wreathed in thickening night. A line was drawn midst wrong and right, and across the throats of thieves. As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven’s farthest shore. Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war. He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. Enraged, he raved in balrog howls, upon a storm firstborn of sin. Incensed anew, rebellious tore, like frenzied beasts of prey through temple doors. Thrown east before the midnight masses. And where once bliss reigned so serene, in sweeter glades now veins ran openly, like eyes that shed from kindred ashes. When suddenly, There shone a hideous light. And a voice like three insanities, soared up in thistled speech. "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none, and for this grave mistake, how thou art fallen morning sun, the proud will be abased." He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. And lo, the wrath of God swept down. "Thou art no more an angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred. And thou shalt suffer my burning will..." Quoth this raven: "Nevermore". Never fucking more! And with these words like heavy stone, cast against that gilded throne. With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee! His eyes a picture of distaste, drawn to tears and in their place, the dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity. I wept for him a deep red river, that ran like blood through scarred ravines. To sluice away the guilt that slithered, like a serpent tongue to Eve. For once as I, in heaven climbed, too high for truth to truly see. My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie: The fool was me! Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond the dark gates with no way back! His crown of gold faded to black, like a bruise upon the heart that lingers. With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths, of rope to hang high, ten commandments by, snaked about his upraised fingers. |
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5. | Damned in Any Language (A Plague on Words) | 01:57 | Show lyrics |
"And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. And the Great Dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world, he was cast out into the Earth and his angels were cast out with him." (Revelations 12:7-9) |
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6. | Better to Reign in Hell | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
Better to reign in hell! Better to reign in hell! Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain, in dark lowland that set bad blood in veins. Burning like penal fires roused to strain, the jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses. The golden dawn lay lost to mist, where emboldened thorns, made their bed with toppled stones. He closed his eyes, sunken to dream there, of crow-black skies and a great white empty throne. Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions. He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry, and drifted back to when his stung its target. The sneer of Michael on a glorious high, of angel dust and virtue by his side. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, that downfall seemed like yesterday. Though blurred moons passed, as enemies in high places laughed. Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines. He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time. Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines. The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine. She came to him! A little whip of tantrums, thrashed on velvet skins, that lines her wishbone henge. Her name was Sin! A warming spurt of mantras, splashed on occult tongues, that whispered sweet revenge. For the shame of their crawl from grace, cold and hollow as the grave. And for a rape and ruinous scourge, spared for souls that shared God’s worship. For now their throats coated notes with dirge, that poured from parapets to the pits below. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, a wretched scream like yesterday. Died at last, with the rising of the revenant dark. All sharpened claws and blunt discharge! "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord, tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes, of Virtue slipping into bondage masks. Better to reign in Hell! Freewill made me better to reign in hell!" And with new wings, unfurled and spoken, he took to things that would desecrate the world. The seduction of both, woman and man, for a bastard masterplan. Better to reign in hell! Drowning out the past! Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays, beneath the stars that staggered from the blast! |
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7. | Serpent Tongue | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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8. | Carrion | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Lurking in the shade of dark and fragrant trees. Shirking from the rage that tore the Heavens free. A vagrant angel, his with span to see, the garden swell with terrors to banish man and Eve! Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! Full-blooded, breasted! Nerve ends tested to behests of pain. A sombre lot to gain! A storm slid in, borne by carnal winds. The upper ether thinned, and therein sat Abomination! Satan seated there, savouring the reek of desolation. Their dank despair, moved his speech to leech the air! "Behold, the golden door to paradise is lost. So praise me as you raised your Lord, and I shall thaw this gnawing frost." Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! And destined for a spiteful fate, wherein evil sought the shamed, as pawns in greater stakes. Across this cosmic game, to win the hand of darkness, and set her in her rightful place! "Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground, for out of it was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genesis 3:17-19) With that the pact was sealed, and as creation reeled, bewitched oration filled, the hearts of all who came to crawl, upon these earthen fields. A sombre lot to till! A wracked black acid song, spat from the massive throng, of seraph knelt along, the deep red welt to domination. The deep red welt to domination... |
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Disc 2 | |||
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1. | The Mordant Liquor of Tears | 02:35 | instrumental |
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2. | Presents from the Poison-Hearted | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia, heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow, before my coronation and vocal aspirations, to rule this fool creation, fallen ’neath me now. I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ. Were scarred from afar under starry lustre, sighting my recitals on the rites of vice. Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the glittering mask of pride, saving face, finding thorns to pierce his side! Desire the fire, spread Hell throughout my soul. And higher the wire, the more I sought control. Straining from the leash in exultation, head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs. The global scent of fornication, a writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues. I whispered schemes to dreamers then, to pursue an Eden that screamed of me supreme again! As my world bloomed, so too the moon. Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel and Jared blew! Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the slippery guise of lies, saving face, making waves to drown their faith. Messiahs, Pariahs! Aeons reversed the two! This higher, their spires, The more cursed grew their roots and suffering. I swept cruel seas, on the galley of the shadow of Death. A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon. A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on, the coast of Menses. Discharged from celestial wombs, a first degree murder of ravens. Followed in fugue through the crack of doom. The goat of Mendes! I set regime, in the galley of the shadow of Death. Angels in raiments, as pure as coal, taking their payments in tortured mortal souls. A bold direction, the abyss edge, but on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless. As they preyed the paths of the righteous, through the myth of thistled orchard floors. Bearing gifts of plenitude, for the apples of the Lord were rotten to the core. Temptation, my ambassador! Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero! All begged of me for more! Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven I could not see. Beyond my wildest fantasies! Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded whose who played to win. Skin for precious skin, and that that wormed within. Staining the reams of revelation, etching ever-afters in accursed verse. The limpid rags of resurrection, from papal parapets were to dirt dispersed. Desire, the flyers, spread Hell throughout their souls. And higher the fire, the more I held control! |
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3. | Doberman Pharaoh, or Destiny Wore a Bondage Mask | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
To and fro, through freeze and thaws, from zenith to nadir! The universal tug of war, saw lines drawn in the sand appear. Divisions for a promised land, and Hell for those that dwelt, beneath a Pharaoh’s granite hand, where death wed something else. Millennia swam passed, since the covened Ark, ran aground on Ararat! But anew, tempered shadows grew, out of Midian’s strewing fear. Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms, led a desert son to sear. From the palace orchard I espied, where swooning trees and moonbeams vied. For the painted eye of the royal bride, whose gliding curves were deified. Beyond her grace where love would die, wretched destiny arrive! Back and forth the prophet came, riddled with a tongue of plagues. That would render mighty Egypt lame, if the rage of God stayed unassuaged. I listened with a heavy heart, but unyielded to the threats. This Hebrew in a jackal’s mask, would dredge into effect. Thenceforth the Nile reddened, as if Set stretched his hand to beset the damned! And bruised with flies, the skies grew leadened. But these miracles, feared, were all but reared, By nature, whose law alone stood that revered. Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark, of Yahveh burned on in the dark! One final time, on the steps to the shrine of Thoth, I twined with fate! Let my people go, still my word is "no". Then Death shall be the deciding plague. Since the crimes divine I left behind, I’d warred with every tribe that plied, in holy vestment, but with time. Bored sore of clawing what was mine. I laid my bones and made my throne, with a view to paradise. Thenceforth the heavens deafened, as if great beasts were unleashed to feast on man. And with carrion span Michael was weaponed, to descend with scorn, a dark reform, through Pi-Ramses skinning mine and her firstborn! Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark, of Yahveh bleeding in the dark! With nauseous dawn, a cry forlorn! Unified from plazas deep. The prophet’s curse, far worse had worked, to wrest the war in me from sleep. Drowned in night, a downward light, bathed the snaking exodus. Through the wilderness, as the aeons crept, impressed with fresh bloodlust. |
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4. | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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Side B | |||
5. | A Scarlet Witch Lit the Season | 01:33 | instrumental |
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6. | Mannequin | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat. Using them all, like the paralyzing snake. Charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I cannot remember, how it was that we first met. Curve of moon and haunted shore, the stars were not those Heaven sent. Did we come together at masked palatial balls, in silks and flesh and leather or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle, the eerie song of wolves, and eyes that danced with fire as they have forever more. Our rites of sin, have long fathered a hymn. To burden him whom by slip of after whim. At Genesis, dressed her like the wind! In Autumn gowns that pinned her down, to be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! Always poised on winter, but never would she break. My lovecraft and black witch heart, that pounded in her wake. We kissed on distant balconies, a law unto her own. Thirteenth dark commandment of figures pressed to stone. Turning cream with fantasies that God alone would know. We graced the Vomitorium with the sweet excess of Rome. Flagrant in the past! Our names were deeply carved, on the tree of life in long dead languages. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I tongued the nuns at Louviers, but not one word possessed. Her divine right, an archetype, for mortal Goddesses! |
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7. | Thank God for the Suffering | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
I still recall the first fullmoon of May, beneath whose rays we lay together. And those bright nights on glassy waves, when we would glide lightly away from the grain, for wicked flights of pleasure. Those visions fade like ghosts to life’s parade. Though incisions once made her so vivid. A scarlet whore with both heels in the door, of a Heaven severed from me, insipid. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, but for the rapture. That ancient plan for my defeat, denied faith skies that would have set her free. It seems again dreams wend to capture. Once dancing in a spotlit waltz through a shadowed dimension. Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes. The world drifted by in lost momentum. With no divine intervention! Regardless that the author of sin was me and I. Lay chaste of hate in faith’s embrace, as mortals warred with more besides. They warred with life itself! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn for her return, I would make my peace with everything. I still recall, the first fullmoon of May, consigned to flames like secret letters. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, were we not parted. Her splintered loss rekindles rage, the winter frost dwindles across my stage. Lit up once more to score finales started. Love would have conquered all! Love would have conquered hate! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! |
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8. | The Smoke of Her Burning / End of Daze | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Earth and sea cower from my screams As I climb into the skies Atop sins towered heaven-high for me From whence I see no reason why I should not smite with vengeance And hurl thieves down from paradise For storms before were as nothing More Than a breeze next to this night I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm A riot of stars shaken from their Stations The choking smoke of Jerusalem Burning Six vices become wrath And though half-blind with ravening Like Phineus now I see The end declared from the beginning Love won through my defeat But now I fear I will never peer On Her radiance again I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes Betrayed and played by God Who alone but He Scpaegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on His parade Angels, clawed, with burnished wings Still loyal, kiss the seal Bent on knees and harrowing Promise overkill Know that you shall die like whores And the cries of your writhings shall Rise To pleased their Lord So before the sword Side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm The spoken horns of desolation Drink the pouring of my fury Those darkened waters spur The brink of war as judge and jury And rapist executioner Our time is short, the horsemen ride A foul-breathed chora howls, besides Damnation and a day has passed This divine right to genocide Weld the gates to heaven shut The abyss leers in hissing ruts Unhilt the black grimoire of death Inscribe all names that God has left I lived the dream of nymph and men But now the nightmares come again Now the nightmares come again "And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep" |
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Damnation and a Day
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars (additional) |
David Pubis | Bass |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
The Budapest Film Orchestra and Choir | Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Dave McEwen (R.I.P. 2005) | Vocals (narration) (on all "intro" tracks, except tracks 9, 13) |
Madame Slam | "Fellation" |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
László Zádori | Conductor |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral Mixing, Orchestral Arrangements |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Mixing |
Steve Regina | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
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1. | A Bruise upon the Silent Moon | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
"And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep..." |
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2. | The Promise of Fever | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life’s blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards. |
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3. | Hurt and Virtue | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers, ’neath stars that marred descending skies. From the cusp of midnight mountains, wending as a mist. Rebels truced with feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising his hellraising through the sparse and marble clime. Where virtue bathed, their ravings made her fountains flood with wine. Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs. She drifted from the path, she was surely set upon. Courting chaos, prized in the sight of the covering angel. Taught in ways of smothering another lover, other than God! Worshipped in each other’s arms like spider eidolons. The moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on! And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run, on soft white throats and punctured moans! Though fated now than later, by his tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future he had seen. Of Michael, psyched with jealousies, A reich right by his side. And worming man about to be, the apple of his eye! His children lost to free will, and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night ’twixt vice and virtue, when her kiss became a scar. Seraph enemies, why has my lord forsaken my judgment? Am I not free as he to indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips, these words were slathered. Split with the whips of their witch hunt gathered! He sought her grave, midst drowning crowds that howled in rage: Blasphemer! Blasphemer! Though she was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng. But ghosted back where she belong. A grace embracing Michael, in a lace of tears that bleared his pride. He swallowed, blood followed, though with spit for all things divine. Though with spit for all things so fucking blind! His seal he tore and to the floor, he threw this tie to Heaven, signifying holy war! And watchful of this sign, a thousand flames, unauthorised! Left celestial posts to coalesce and unified. Return their fallen leader, as he turned one final time. And threw a glance like a downward lance, that stung like guilt in every mind! Stung like guilt in every... |
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4. | An Enemy Led the Tempest | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
As pride precedes the downfall, so he took his place before the firewall. Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one, was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung. Between forgiveness and the damage done! An electric scent over drear decay, lent a violent surge to their serenades. Through white glades as his winged parade, bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors. Within vast skies unversed in starkness, his might grew and blew light hues to grey. And worse, a third of stars to darkness! Then thunder seethed, And wreathed in thickening night. A line was drawn midst wrong and right, and across the throats of thieves. As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven’s farthest shore. Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war. He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. Enraged, he raved in balrog howls, upon a storm firstborn of sin. Incensed anew, rebellious tore, like frenzied beasts of prey through temple doors. Thrown east before the midnight masses. And where once bliss reigned so serene, in sweeter glades now veins ran openly, like eyes that shed from kindred ashes. When suddenly, There shone a hideous light. And a voice like three insanities, soared up in thistled speech. "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none, and for this grave mistake, how thou art fallen morning sun, the proud will be abased." He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. And lo, the wrath of God swept down. "Thou art no more an angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred. And thou shalt suffer my burning will..." Quoth this raven: "Nevermore". Never fucking more! And with these words like heavy stone, cast against that gilded throne. With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee! His eyes a picture of distaste, drawn to tears and in their place, the dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity. I wept for him a deep red river, that ran like blood through scarred ravines. To sluice away the guilt that slithered, like a serpent tongue to Eve. For once as I, in heaven climbed, too high for truth to truly see. My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie: The fool was me! Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond the dark gates with no way back! His crown of gold faded to black, like a bruise upon the heart that lingers. With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths, of rope to hang high, ten commandments by, snaked about his upraised fingers. |
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5. | Damned in Any Language (A Plague on Words) | 01:57 | Show lyrics |
"And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. And the Great Dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world, he was cast out into the Earth and his angels were cast out with him." (Revelations 12:7-9) |
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6. | Better to Reign in Hell | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
Better to reign in hell! Better to reign in hell! Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain, in dark lowland that set bad blood in veins. Burning like penal fires roused to strain, the jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses. The golden dawn lay lost to mist, where emboldened thorns, made their bed with toppled stones. He closed his eyes, sunken to dream there, of crow-black skies and a great white empty throne. Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions. He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry, and drifted back to when his stung its target. The sneer of Michael on a glorious high, of angel dust and virtue by his side. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, that downfall seemed like yesterday. Though blurred moons passed, as enemies in high places laughed. Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines. He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time. Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines. The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine. She came to him! A little whip of tantrums, thrashed on velvet skins, that lines her wishbone henge. Her name was Sin! A warming spurt of mantras, splashed on occult tongues, that whispered sweet revenge. For the shame of their crawl from grace, cold and hollow as the grave. And for a rape and ruinous scourge, spared for souls that shared God’s worship. For now their throats coated notes with dirge, that poured from parapets to the pits below. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, a wretched scream like yesterday. Died at last, with the rising of the revenant dark. All sharpened claws and blunt discharge! "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord, tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes, of Virtue slipping into bondage masks. Better to reign in Hell! Freewill made me better to reign in hell!" And with new wings, unfurled and spoken, he took to things that would desecrate the world. The seduction of both, woman and man, for a bastard masterplan. Better to reign in hell! Drowning out the past! Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays, beneath the stars that staggered from the blast! |
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7. | Serpent Tongue | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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8. | Carrion | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Lurking in the shade of dark and fragrant trees. Shirking from the rage that tore the Heavens free. A vagrant angel, his with span to see, the garden swell with terrors to banish man and Eve! Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! Full-blooded, breasted! Nerve ends tested to behests of pain. A sombre lot to gain! A storm slid in, borne by carnal winds. The upper ether thinned, and therein sat Abomination! Satan seated there, savouring the reek of desolation. Their dank despair, moved his speech to leech the air! "Behold, the golden door to paradise is lost. So praise me as you raised your Lord, and I shall thaw this gnawing frost." Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! And destined for a spiteful fate, wherein evil sought the shamed, as pawns in greater stakes. Across this cosmic game, to win the hand of darkness, and set her in her rightful place! "Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground, for out of it was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genesis 3:17-19) With that the pact was sealed, and as creation reeled, bewitched oration filled, the hearts of all who came to crawl, upon these earthen fields. A sombre lot to till! A wracked black acid song, spat from the massive throng, of seraph knelt along, the deep red welt to domination. The deep red welt to domination... |
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9. | The Mordant Liquor of Tears | 02:35 | instrumental |
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10. | Presents from the Poison-Hearted | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia, heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow, before my coronation and vocal aspirations, to rule this fool creation, fallen ’neath me now. I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ. Were scarred from afar under starry lustre, sighting my recitals on the rites of vice. Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the glittering mask of pride, saving face, finding thorns to pierce his side! Desire the fire, spread Hell throughout my soul. And higher the wire, the more I sought control. Straining from the leash in exultation, head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs. The global scent of fornication, a writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues. I whispered schemes to dreamers then, to pursue an Eden that screamed of me supreme again! As my world bloomed, so too the moon. Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel and Jared blew! Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the slippery guise of lies, saving face, making waves to drown their faith. Messiahs, Pariahs! Aeons reversed the two! This higher, their spires, The more cursed grew their roots and suffering. I swept cruel seas, on the galley of the shadow of Death. A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon. A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on, the coast of Menses. Discharged from celestial wombs, a first degree murder of ravens. Followed in fugue through the crack of doom. The goat of Mendes! I set regime, in the galley of the shadow of Death. Angels in raiments, as pure as coal, taking their payments in tortured mortal souls. A bold direction, the abyss edge, but on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless. As they preyed the paths of the righteous, through the myth of thistled orchard floors. Bearing gifts of plenitude, for the apples of the Lord were rotten to the core. Temptation, my ambassador! Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero! All begged of me for more! Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven I could not see. Beyond my wildest fantasies! Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded whose who played to win. Skin for precious skin, and that that wormed within. Staining the reams of revelation, etching ever-afters in accursed verse. The limpid rags of resurrection, from papal parapets were to dirt dispersed. Desire, the flyers, spread Hell throughout their souls. And higher the fire, the more I held control! |
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11. | Doberman Pharaoh, or Destiny Wore a Bondage Mask | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
To and fro, through freeze and thaws, from zenith to nadir! The universal tug of war, saw lines drawn in the sand appear. Divisions for a promised land, and Hell for those that dwelt, beneath a Pharaoh’s granite hand, where death wed something else. Millennia swam passed, since the covened Ark, ran aground on Ararat! But anew, tempered shadows grew, out of Midian’s strewing fear. Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms, led a desert son to sear. From the palace orchard I espied, where swooning trees and moonbeams vied. For the painted eye of the royal bride, whose gliding curves were deified. Beyond her grace where love would die, wretched destiny arrive! Back and forth the prophet came, riddled with a tongue of plagues. That would render mighty Egypt lame, if the rage of God stayed unassuaged. I listened with a heavy heart, but unyielded to the threats. This Hebrew in a jackal’s mask, would dredge into effect. Thenceforth the Nile reddened, as if Set stretched his hand to beset the damned! And bruised with flies, the skies grew leadened. But these miracles, feared, were all but reared, By nature, whose law alone stood that revered. Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark, of Yahveh burned on in the dark! One final time, on the steps to the shrine of Thoth, I twined with fate! Let my people go, still my word is "no". Then Death shall be the deciding plague. Since the crimes divine I left behind, I’d warred with every tribe that plied, in holy vestment, but with time. Bored sore of clawing what was mine. I laid my bones and made my throne, with a view to paradise. Thenceforth the heavens deafened, as if great beasts were unleashed to feast on man. And with carrion span Michael was weaponed, to descend with scorn, a dark reform, through Pi-Ramses skinning mine and her firstborn! Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark, of Yahveh bleeding in the dark! With nauseous dawn, a cry forlorn! Unified from plazas deep. The prophet’s curse, far worse had worked, to wrest the war in me from sleep. Drowned in night, a downward light, bathed the snaking exodus. Through the wilderness, as the aeons crept, impressed with fresh bloodlust. |
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12. | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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13. | A Scarlet Witch Lit the Season | 01:33 | instrumental |
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14. | Mannequin | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat. Using them all, like the paralyzing snake. Charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I cannot remember, how it was that we first met. Curve of moon and haunted shore, the stars were not those Heaven sent. Did we come together at masked palatial balls, in silks and flesh and leather or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle, the eerie song of wolves, and eyes that danced with fire as they have forever more. Our rites of sin, have long fathered a hymn. To burden him whom by slip of after whim. At Genesis, dressed her like the wind! In Autumn gowns that pinned her down, to be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! Always poised on winter, but never would she break. My lovecraft and black witch heart, that pounded in her wake. We kissed on distant balconies, a law unto her own. Thirteenth dark commandment of figures pressed to stone. Turning cream with fantasies that God alone would know. We graced the Vomitorium with the sweet excess of Rome. Flagrant in the past! Our names were deeply carved, on the tree of life in long dead languages. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I tongued the nuns at Louviers, but not one word possessed. Her divine right, an archetype, for mortal Goddesses! |
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15. | Thank God for the Suffering | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
I still recall the first fullmoon of May, beneath whose rays we lay together. And those bright nights on glassy waves, when we would glide lightly away from the grain, for wicked flights of pleasure. Those visions fade like ghosts to life’s parade. Though incisions once made her so vivid. A scarlet whore with both heels in the door, of a Heaven severed from me, insipid. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, but for the rapture. That ancient plan for my defeat, denied faith skies that would have set her free. It seems again dreams wend to capture. Once dancing in a spotlit waltz through a shadowed dimension. Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes. The world drifted by in lost momentum. With no divine intervention! Regardless that the author of sin was me and I. Lay chaste of hate in faith’s embrace, as mortals warred with more besides. They warred with life itself! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn for her return, I would make my peace with everything. I still recall, the first fullmoon of May, consigned to flames like secret letters. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, were we not parted. Her splintered loss rekindles rage, the winter frost dwindles across my stage. Lit up once more to score finales started. Love would have conquered all! Love would have conquered hate! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! |
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16. | The Smoke of Her Burning | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Earth and sea cower from my screams, as I climb into the skies. Atop sins towered heaven-high for me, from whence I see no reason why. I should not smite with vengeance, and hurl thieves down from paradise. For storms before were as nothing more, than a breeze next to this night. I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. A riot of stars shaken from their stations. The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning. Six vices become wrath! And though half-blind with ravening, like Phineus now I see. The end declared from the beginning, love won through my defeat. But now I fear I will never peer, on her radiance again. I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red of faces pressed to bloodstained panes. Betrayed and played by God, who alone but he scpaegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on his parade! Angels, clawed, with burnished wings. Still loyal, kiss the seal. Bent on knees and harrowing, promise overkill. Know that you shall die like whores, and the cries of your writhings shall rise, to pleased their Lord. So before the sword, side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. The spoken horns of desolation. Drink the pouring of my fury, those darkened waters spur. The brink of war as judge and jury, and rapist executioner! Our time is short, the horsemen ride. A foul-breathed chora howls, besides. Damnation and a day has passed, this divine right to genocide. Weld the gates to heaven shut, the abyss leers in hissing ruts. Unhilt the black grimoire of Death, inscribe all names that God has left. I lived the dream of nymph and men, but now the nightmares come again. Now the nightmares come again! |
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17. | End of Daze | 01:24 | Show lyrics |
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Damnation and a Day
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars (additional) |
David Pubis | Bass |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
The Budapest Film Orchestra and Choir | Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Dave McEwen (R.I.P. 2005) | Vocals (narration) (on all "intro" tracks, except tracks 9, 13) |
Madame Slam | "Fellation" |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
László Zádori | Conductor |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral Mixing, Orchestral Arrangements |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Mixing |
Steve Regina | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
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1. | A Bruise upon the Silent Moon | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
"And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep..." |
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2. | The Promise of Fever | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life’s blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards. |
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3. | Hurt and Virtue | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers, ’neath stars that marred descending skies. From the cusp of midnight mountains, wending as a mist. Rebels truced with feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising his hellraising through the sparse and marble clime. Where virtue bathed, their ravings made her fountains flood with wine. Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs. She drifted from the path, she was surely set upon. Courting chaos, prized in the sight of the covering angel. Taught in ways of smothering another lover, other than God! Worshipped in each other’s arms like spider eidolons. The moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on! And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run, on soft white throats and punctured moans! Though fated now than later, by his tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future he had seen. Of Michael, psyched with jealousies, A reich right by his side. And worming man about to be, the apple of his eye! His children lost to free will, and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night ’twixt vice and virtue, when her kiss became a scar. Seraph enemies, why has my lord forsaken my judgment? Am I not free as he to indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips, these words were slathered. Split with the whips of their witch hunt gathered! He sought her grave, midst drowning crowds that howled in rage: Blasphemer! Blasphemer! Though she was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng. But ghosted back where she belong. A grace embracing Michael, in a lace of tears that bleared his pride. He swallowed, blood followed, though with spit for all things divine. Though with spit for all things so fucking blind! His seal he tore and to the floor, he threw this tie to Heaven, signifying holy war! And watchful of this sign, a thousand flames, unauthorised! Left celestial posts to coalesce and unified. Return their fallen leader, as he turned one final time. And threw a glance like a downward lance, that stung like guilt in every mind! Stung like guilt in every... |
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4. | An Enemy Led the Tempest | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
As pride precedes the downfall, so he took his place before the firewall. Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one, was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung. Between forgiveness and the damage done! An electric scent over drear decay, lent a violent surge to their serenades. Through white glades as his winged parade, bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors. Within vast skies unversed in starkness, his might grew and blew light hues to grey. And worse, a third of stars to darkness! Then thunder seethed, And wreathed in thickening night. A line was drawn midst wrong and right, and across the throats of thieves. As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven’s farthest shore. Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war. He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. Enraged, he raved in balrog howls, upon a storm firstborn of sin. Incensed anew, rebellious tore, like frenzied beasts of prey through temple doors. Thrown east before the midnight masses. And where once bliss reigned so serene, in sweeter glades now veins ran openly, like eyes that shed from kindred ashes. When suddenly, There shone a hideous light. And a voice like three insanities, soared up in thistled speech. "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none, and for this grave mistake, how thou art fallen morning sun, the proud will be abased." He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. And lo, the wrath of God swept down. "Thou art no more an angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred. And thou shalt suffer my burning will..." Quoth this raven: "Nevermore". Never fucking more! And with these words like heavy stone, cast against that gilded throne. With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee! His eyes a picture of distaste, drawn to tears and in their place, the dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity. I wept for him a deep red river, that ran like blood through scarred ravines. To sluice away the guilt that slithered, like a serpent tongue to Eve. For once as I, in heaven climbed, too high for truth to truly see. My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie: The fool was me! Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond the dark gates with no way back! His crown of gold faded to black, like a bruise upon the heart that lingers. With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths, of rope to hang high, ten commandments by, snaked about his upraised fingers. |
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5. | Damned in Any Language (A Plague on Words) | 01:57 | Show lyrics |
"And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. And the Great Dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world, he was cast out into the Earth and his angels were cast out with him." (Revelations 12:7-9) |
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6. | Better to Reign in Hell | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
Better to reign in hell! Better to reign in hell! Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain, in dark lowland that set bad blood in veins. Burning like penal fires roused to strain, the jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses. The golden dawn lay lost to mist, where emboldened thorns, made their bed with toppled stones. He closed his eyes, sunken to dream there, of crow-black skies and a great white empty throne. Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions. He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry, and drifted back to when his stung its target. The sneer of Michael on a glorious high, of angel dust and virtue by his side. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, that downfall seemed like yesterday. Though blurred moons passed, as enemies in high places laughed. Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines. He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time. Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines. The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine. She came to him! A little whip of tantrums, thrashed on velvet skins, that lines her wishbone henge. Her name was Sin! A warming spurt of mantras, splashed on occult tongues, that whispered sweet revenge. For the shame of their crawl from grace, cold and hollow as the grave. And for a rape and ruinous scourge, spared for souls that shared God’s worship. For now their throats coated notes with dirge, that poured from parapets to the pits below. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, a wretched scream like yesterday. Died at last, with the rising of the revenant dark. All sharpened claws and blunt discharge! "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord, tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes, of Virtue slipping into bondage masks. Better to reign in Hell! Freewill made me better to reign in hell!" And with new wings, unfurled and spoken, he took to things that would desecrate the world. The seduction of both, woman and man, for a bastard masterplan. Better to reign in hell! Drowning out the past! Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays, beneath the stars that staggered from the blast! |
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7. | Serpent Tongue | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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8. | Carrion | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Lurking in the shade of dark and fragrant trees. Shirking from the rage that tore the Heavens free. A vagrant angel, his with span to see, the garden swell with terrors to banish man and Eve! Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! Full-blooded, breasted! Nerve ends tested to behests of pain. A sombre lot to gain! A storm slid in, borne by carnal winds. The upper ether thinned, and therein sat Abomination! Satan seated there, savouring the reek of desolation. Their dank despair, moved his speech to leech the air! "Behold, the golden door to paradise is lost. So praise me as you raised your Lord, and I shall thaw this gnawing frost." Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! And destined for a spiteful fate, wherein evil sought the shamed, as pawns in greater stakes. Across this cosmic game, to win the hand of darkness, and set her in her rightful place! "Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground, for out of it was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genesis 3:17-19) With that the pact was sealed, and as creation reeled, bewitched oration filled, the hearts of all who came to crawl, upon these earthen fields. A sombre lot to till! A wracked black acid song, spat from the massive throng, of seraph knelt along, the deep red welt to domination. The deep red welt to domination... |
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9. | The Mordant Liquor of Tears | 02:35 | instrumental |
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10. | Presents from the Poison-Hearted | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia, heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow, before my coronation and vocal aspirations, to rule this fool creation, fallen ’neath me now. I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ. Were scarred from afar under starry lustre, sighting my recitals on the rites of vice. Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the glittering mask of pride, saving face, finding thorns to pierce his side! Desire the fire, spread Hell throughout my soul. And higher the wire, the more I sought control. Straining from the leash in exultation, head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs. The global scent of fornication, a writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues. I whispered schemes to dreamers then, to pursue an Eden that screamed of me supreme again! As my world bloomed, so too the moon. Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel and Jared blew! Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the slippery guise of lies, saving face, making waves to drown their faith. Messiahs, Pariahs! Aeons reversed the two! This higher, their spires, The more cursed grew their roots and suffering. I swept cruel seas, on the galley of the shadow of Death. A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon. A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on, the coast of Menses. Discharged from celestial wombs, a first degree murder of ravens. Followed in fugue through the crack of doom. The goat of Mendes! I set regime, in the galley of the shadow of Death. Angels in raiments, as pure as coal, taking their payments in tortured mortal souls. A bold direction, the abyss edge, but on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless. As they preyed the paths of the righteous, through the myth of thistled orchard floors. Bearing gifts of plenitude, for the apples of the Lord were rotten to the core. Temptation, my ambassador! Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero! All begged of me for more! Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven I could not see. Beyond my wildest fantasies! Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded whose who played to win. Skin for precious skin, and that that wormed within. Staining the reams of revelation, etching ever-afters in accursed verse. The limpid rags of resurrection, from papal parapets were to dirt dispersed. Desire, the flyers, spread Hell throughout their souls. And higher the fire, the more I held control! |
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11. | Doberman Pharaoh, or Destiny Wore a Bondage Mask | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
To and fro, through freeze and thaws, from zenith to nadir! The universal tug of war, saw lines drawn in the sand appear. Divisions for a promised land, and Hell for those that dwelt, beneath a Pharaoh’s granite hand, where death wed something else. Millennia swam passed, since the covened Ark, ran aground on Ararat! But anew, tempered shadows grew, out of Midian’s strewing fear. Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms, led a desert son to sear. From the palace orchard I espied, where swooning trees and moonbeams vied. For the painted eye of the royal bride, whose gliding curves were deified. Beyond her grace where love would die, wretched destiny arrive! Back and forth the prophet came, riddled with a tongue of plagues. That would render mighty Egypt lame, if the rage of God stayed unassuaged. I listened with a heavy heart, but unyielded to the threats. This Hebrew in a jackal’s mask, would dredge into effect. Thenceforth the Nile reddened, as if Set stretched his hand to beset the damned! And bruised with flies, the skies grew leadened. But these miracles, feared, were all but reared, By nature, whose law alone stood that revered. Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark, of Yahveh burned on in the dark! One final time, on the steps to the shrine of Thoth, I twined with fate! Let my people go, still my word is "no". Then Death shall be the deciding plague. Since the crimes divine I left behind, I’d warred with every tribe that plied, in holy vestment, but with time. Bored sore of clawing what was mine. I laid my bones and made my throne, with a view to paradise. Thenceforth the heavens deafened, as if great beasts were unleashed to feast on man. And with carrion span Michael was weaponed, to descend with scorn, a dark reform, through Pi-Ramses skinning mine and her firstborn! Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark, of Yahveh bleeding in the dark! With nauseous dawn, a cry forlorn! Unified from plazas deep. The prophet’s curse, far worse had worked, to wrest the war in me from sleep. Drowned in night, a downward light, bathed the snaking exodus. Through the wilderness, as the aeons crept, impressed with fresh bloodlust. |
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12. | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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13. | A Scarlet Witch Lit the Season | 01:33 | instrumental |
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14. | Mannequin | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat. Using them all, like the paralyzing snake. Charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I cannot remember, how it was that we first met. Curve of moon and haunted shore, the stars were not those Heaven sent. Did we come together at masked palatial balls, in silks and flesh and leather or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle, the eerie song of wolves, and eyes that danced with fire as they have forever more. Our rites of sin, have long fathered a hymn. To burden him whom by slip of after whim. At Genesis, dressed her like the wind! In Autumn gowns that pinned her down, to be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! Always poised on winter, but never would she break. My lovecraft and black witch heart, that pounded in her wake. We kissed on distant balconies, a law unto her own. Thirteenth dark commandment of figures pressed to stone. Turning cream with fantasies that God alone would know. We graced the Vomitorium with the sweet excess of Rome. Flagrant in the past! Our names were deeply carved, on the tree of life in long dead languages. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I tongued the nuns at Louviers, but not one word possessed. Her divine right, an archetype, for mortal Goddesses! |
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15. | Thank God for the Suffering | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
I still recall the first fullmoon of May, beneath whose rays we lay together. And those bright nights on glassy waves, when we would glide lightly away from the grain, for wicked flights of pleasure. Those visions fade like ghosts to life’s parade. Though incisions once made her so vivid. A scarlet whore with both heels in the door, of a Heaven severed from me, insipid. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, but for the rapture. That ancient plan for my defeat, denied faith skies that would have set her free. It seems again dreams wend to capture. Once dancing in a spotlit waltz through a shadowed dimension. Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes. The world drifted by in lost momentum. With no divine intervention! Regardless that the author of sin was me and I. Lay chaste of hate in faith’s embrace, as mortals warred with more besides. They warred with life itself! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn for her return, I would make my peace with everything. I still recall, the first fullmoon of May, consigned to flames like secret letters. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, were we not parted. Her splintered loss rekindles rage, the winter frost dwindles across my stage. Lit up once more to score finales started. Love would have conquered all! Love would have conquered hate! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! |
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16. | The Smoke of Her Burning | 05:00 | Show lyrics |
Earth and sea cower from my screams, as I climb into the skies. Atop sins towered heaven-high for me, from whence I see no reason why. I should not smite with vengeance, and hurl thieves down from paradise. For storms before were as nothing more, than a breeze next to this night. I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. A riot of stars shaken from their stations. The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning. Six vices become wrath! And though half-blind with ravening, like Phineus now I see. The end declared from the beginning, love won through my defeat. But now I fear I will never peer, on her radiance again. I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red of faces pressed to bloodstained panes. Betrayed and played by God, who alone but he scpaegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on his parade! Angels, clawed, with burnished wings. Still loyal, kiss the seal. Bent on knees and harrowing, promise overkill. Know that you shall die like whores, and the cries of your writhings shall rise, to pleased their Lord. So before the sword, side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation, the Moonchild come to harm. The spoken horns of desolation. Drink the pouring of my fury, those darkened waters spur. The brink of war as judge and jury, and rapist executioner! Our time is short, the horsemen ride. A foul-breathed chora howls, besides. Damnation and a day has passed, this divine right to genocide. Weld the gates to heaven shut, the abyss leers in hissing ruts. Unhilt the black grimoire of Death, inscribe all names that God has left. I lived the dream of nymph and men, but now the nightmares come again. Now the nightmares come again! |
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17. | End of Daze | 01:24 | Show lyrics |
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Damnation and a Day
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars (additional) |
David Pubis | Bass |
Adrian | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
The Budapest Film Orchestra and Choir | Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Dave McEwen (R.I.P. 2005) | Vocals (narration) (on all "intro" tracks, except tracks 9, 13) |
Madame Slam | "Fellation" |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design |
László Zádori | Conductor |
Stu Williamson | Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral Mixing, Orchestral Arrangements |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Mixing |
Steve Regina | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ray Staff | Mastering |
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1. | A Bruise upon the Silent Moon | 02:03 | Show lyrics |
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2. | The Promise of Fever | 05:56 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning, rimmed with wind and storm. A great black wrath of infinite math, spat snarling into form. And there was Heaven, lit up with precious stones. Each one could fall but for the rule, of faith and love and stronger thrones. And therein rose vast wonders, affections to be seen. Fathered from the plundered, reflections of a dream. Fogging into nightmare, for him whose place was set. With wayward stars that absent, marred. All creation with their theft! In the beginning, bewinged and ringed with dawn. This favoured avatar, enthralled. Swansongs from those that thronged this shore. With Gabriel and Michael, he shone with fierce intent. For loyalty, their joy to see, him spur the hymns to Heaven. For sculptured lips of seraphim, whom fate then cruelly rent. With sleight fingered strains of harmony, each note to grim portent! As grinning nimbus gathered over spires arabesque. For him that blazed with holy praise, that for a jealous God was meant. Shining feriluce, lustrous scourge of fallen spirits. Basked in glory, flew to lakes in sacred altitudes. Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze, with curling tongues that lapped the lead. As through thick mountain mist, he wandered cursed. Until at last, past grasping trees, he paused to draught forbidden streams, that whispered siren promises, to drown his thirst. These waters held secrets like raped russian dolls, wherein evil and good tore his soul for control. And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words, the weight of the universe slunk in rehearsed. Horror in numbers too great to discern. The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm. And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom, espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons. Shining feriluce, reflected in jaded mirror. Climbing from the noose, of time in divine servitude. And thus a strange new melody of will and wanton fantasies. Whetted by the veiled, seen danced from his ashen lips. In red dawn scores, the silver scream of truth and her deleted scenes, was taken up as far, it seemed as God his words eclipsed. Those waters hid visions like butchers in war, perverting the course of life’s blood evermore. In the beginning, skinned well with gibbous tones, of countenance and ignorance, in equal measures sewn. A marbled arc of angels, sworn to the morningstar. shared his pride and deep inside, felt chill shadows sweep their cards. |
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3. | Hurt and Virtue | 05:23 | Show lyrics |
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset, fell to whispers, ’neath stars that marred descending skies. From the cusp of midnight mountains, wending as a mist. Rebels truced with feriluce, in truth few could resist. Came praising his hellraising through the sparse and marble clime. Where virtue bathed, their ravings made her fountains flood with wine. Lifted with the gift of their dark seductive songs. She drifted from the path, she was surely set upon. Courting chaos, prized in the sight of the covering angel. Taught in ways of smothering another lover, other than God! Worshipped in each other’s arms like spider eidolons. The moon conducted like a charm those strange arrangements on! And this is how they came to be dragged before the throne, through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run, on soft white throats and punctured moans! Though fated now than later, by his tutor that had been. He baited the Creator with the future he had seen. Of Michael, psyched with jealousies, A reich right by his side. And worming man about to be, the apple of his eye! His children lost to free will, and the cost of beaten hearts, like the night ’twixt vice and virtue, when her kiss became a scar. Seraph enemies, why has my lord forsaken my judgment? Am I not free as he to indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips, these words were slathered. Split with the whips of their witch hunt gathered! He sought her grave, midst drowning crowds that howled in rage: Blasphemer! Blasphemer! Though she was gone, not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng. But ghosted back where she belong. A grace embracing Michael, in a lace of tears that bleared his pride. He swallowed, blood followed, though with spit for all things divine. Though with spit for all things so fucking blind! His seal he tore and to the floor, he threw this tie to Heaven, signifying holy war! And watchful of this sign, a thousand flames, unauthorised! Left celestial posts to coalesce and unified. Return their fallen leader, as he turned one final time. And threw a glance like a downward lance, that stung like guilt in every mind! Stung like guilt in every... |
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4. | An Enemy Led the Tempest | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
As pride precedes the downfall, so he took his place before the firewall. Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one, was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung. Between forgiveness and the damage done! An electric scent over drear decay, lent a violent surge to their serenades. Through white glades as his winged parade, bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors. Within vast skies unversed in starkness, his might grew and blew light hues to grey. And worse, a third of stars to darkness! Then thunder seethed, And wreathed in thickening night. A line was drawn midst wrong and right, and across the throats of thieves. As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven’s farthest shore. Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war. He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. Enraged, he raved in balrog howls, upon a storm firstborn of sin. Incensed anew, rebellious tore, like frenzied beasts of prey through temple doors. Thrown east before the midnight masses. And where once bliss reigned so serene, in sweeter glades now veins ran openly, like eyes that shed from kindred ashes. When suddenly, There shone a hideous light. And a voice like three insanities, soared up in thistled speech. "Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none, and for this grave mistake, how thou art fallen morning sun, the proud will be abased." He would not heel nor fake a bow, murmur curses to the wind. And lo, the wrath of God swept down. "Thou art no more an angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred. And thou shalt suffer my burning will..." Quoth this raven: "Nevermore". Never fucking more! And with these words like heavy stone, cast against that gilded throne. With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee! His eyes a picture of distaste, drawn to tears and in their place, the dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity. I wept for him a deep red river, that ran like blood through scarred ravines. To sluice away the guilt that slithered, like a serpent tongue to Eve. For once as I, in heaven climbed, too high for truth to truly see. My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie: The fool was me! Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond the dark gates with no way back! His crown of gold faded to black, like a bruise upon the heart that lingers. With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths, of rope to hang high, ten commandments by, snaked about his upraised fingers. |
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5. | Damned in Any Language (A Plague on Words) | 01:57 | Show lyrics |
"And there was war in Heaven. Michael and his angels fought against the Dragon, and the Dragon fought and his angels, and prevailed not. Neither was their place found anymore in Heaven. And the Great Dragon was cast out, that old serpent called the Devil and Satan which deceiveth the whole world, he was cast out into the Earth and his angels were cast out with him." (Revelations 12:7-9) |
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6. | Better to Reign in Hell | 06:11 | Show lyrics |
Better to reign in hell! Better to reign in hell! Heart in hand passed to the clasp of pain, in dark lowland that set bad blood in veins. Burning like penal fires roused to strain, the jagged-toothed skyline braced with crosses. The golden dawn lay lost to mist, where emboldened thorns, made their bed with toppled stones. He closed his eyes, sunken to dream there, of crow-black skies and a great white empty throne. Horror stalked the bilious fogs that balked his visions. He licked the spittle from the cheeks of the wry, and drifted back to when his stung its target. The sneer of Michael on a glorious high, of angel dust and virtue by his side. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, that downfall seemed like yesterday. Though blurred moons passed, as enemies in high places laughed. Moved to mirrors cracked with heavy lines. He rose snowblind, through shifting sands of time. Erased the trace and taste of bitter wines. The grapes of wrath grew fat on the vine. She came to him! A little whip of tantrums, thrashed on velvet skins, that lines her wishbone henge. Her name was Sin! A warming spurt of mantras, splashed on occult tongues, that whispered sweet revenge. For the shame of their crawl from grace, cold and hollow as the grave. And for a rape and ruinous scourge, spared for souls that shared God’s worship. For now their throats coated notes with dirge, that poured from parapets to the pits below. Better to reign in hell! Drowning in the past, a wretched scream like yesterday. Died at last, with the rising of the revenant dark. All sharpened claws and blunt discharge! "I shall bow no more to the dogs of the Lord, tearing at my carcass heart. I shall fall to my knees only at the keyholes, of Virtue slipping into bondage masks. Better to reign in Hell! Freewill made me better to reign in hell!" And with new wings, unfurled and spoken, he took to things that would desecrate the world. The seduction of both, woman and man, for a bastard masterplan. Better to reign in hell! Drowning out the past! Fool Fates unwound cruel yesterdays, beneath the stars that staggered from the blast! |
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7. | Serpent Tongue | 05:10 | Show lyrics |
Part I: So adept was unspoken man, at dusting ledgers of the seraphim. That Lilith swept across the broken land, in a whirl of lust to pleasure him. This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun in bone dry season, for Eve was busy sucking thumbs. Pricked in rosy gardens as he spattered into shells, and ran with morning fauna his mastiffs and gazelle. Breathless as the wind! Adam, prowled, fell foul to sin. But not before she spread her grin, across his silent lips. At crack of day, though what was shame? The raptor’s nest wherein they lay, bore witness to her soft parade of fingers come to grips. His undivine attention won, she deftly spun, from ’neath his thrusts to writhe above in ecstasy. Pendulous she swung as if her limbs imbibed his tongue. To spill, as with his rod, the secret name of God. But no seed passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! For fearing her who grasped, he slit... Serpent tongue! Her throat from ear to where she fled. Serpent tongue! With tail and blood between Her legs! Paradise... Part II: So very kept was the virgin hand, that brushed the treasures of Utopia. And how the greed swept across the desert sands, in late August just to measure her. This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon. A simple dish born with a silver spoon. Giddy sniffing orchids that opened after dusk. Incubus and Prudence, two such swoon to touch her. Restless as the skies, temptation bloomed, found room to rise, and snatching breaths between her thighs. He crawled to Eve! At dead of night, the sticky clime, smelt perfect to this serpentine. This shining angel, palled in mysteries... Her undivine attention won, he deftly spun, a web of intrigue for the one, great sacred tree. Bejewelled and lit as if a thousand shades did flit, about boughs of forbidden lore, hidden for the want of more! And when seeds passed those fruitful lips. Serpent tongue! And Mankind basked in vast eclipse. Serpent tongue! A Devil shot of thin disguise. Serpent tongue! Surmised to better paradise. Paradise... |
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8. | Carrion | 04:42 | Show lyrics |
Lurking in the shade of dark and fragrant trees. Shirking from the rage that tore the Heavens free. A vagrant angel, his with span to see, the garden swell with terrors to banish man and Eve! Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! Full-blooded, breasted! Nerve ends tested to behests of pain. A sombre lot to gain! A storm slid in, borne by carnal winds. The upper ether thinned, and therein sat Abomination! Satan seated there, savouring the reek of desolation. Their dank despair, moved his speech to leech the air! "Behold, the golden door to paradise is lost. So praise me as you raised your Lord, and I shall thaw this gnawing frost." Another fall from grace, whiplashed from the gates. Half-naked and insane! And destined for a spiteful fate, wherein evil sought the shamed, as pawns in greater stakes. Across this cosmic game, to win the hand of darkness, and set her in her rightful place! "Cursed is the ground for thy sake, in sorrow thou shalt eat of it all the days of thy life. Thorns also and thistles shall bring it forth to thee, and thou shalt eat the herb of the field. In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground, for out of it was thou taken: for dust thou art and unto dust shalt thou return." (Genesis 3:17-19) With that the pact was sealed, and as creation reeled, bewitched oration filled, the hearts of all who came to crawl, upon these earthen fields. A sombre lot to till! A wracked black acid song, spat from the massive throng, of seraph knelt along, the deep red welt to domination. The deep red welt to domination... |
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1. | The Mordant Liquor of Tears | 02:35 | instrumental |
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2. | Presents from the Poison-Hearted | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia, heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow, before my coronation and vocal aspirations, to rule this fool creation, fallen ’neath me now. I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ. Were scarred from afar under starry lustre, sighting my recitals on the rites of vice. Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the glittering mask of pride, saving face, finding thorns to pierce his side! Desire the fire, spread Hell throughout my soul. And higher the wire, the more I sought control. Straining from the leash in exultation, head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs. The global scent of fornication, a writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues. I whispered schemes to dreamers then, to pursue an Eden that screamed of me supreme again! As my world bloomed, so too the moon. Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan, Mahalaleel and Jared blew! Perverting virtue, enslaving grace. Behind the slippery guise of lies, saving face, making waves to drown their faith. Messiahs, Pariahs! Aeons reversed the two! This higher, their spires, The more cursed grew their roots and suffering. I swept cruel seas, on the galley of the shadow of Death. A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon. A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on, the coast of Menses. Discharged from celestial wombs, a first degree murder of ravens. Followed in fugue through the crack of doom. The goat of Mendes! I set regime, in the galley of the shadow of Death. Angels in raiments, as pure as coal, taking their payments in tortured mortal souls. A bold direction, the abyss edge, but on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless. As they preyed the paths of the righteous, through the myth of thistled orchard floors. Bearing gifts of plenitude, for the apples of the Lord were rotten to the core. Temptation, my ambassador! Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero! All begged of me for more! Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven I could not see. Beyond my wildest fantasies! Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded whose who played to win. Skin for precious skin, and that that wormed within. Staining the reams of revelation, etching ever-afters in accursed verse. The limpid rags of resurrection, from papal parapets were to dirt dispersed. Desire, the flyers, spread Hell throughout their souls. And higher the fire, the more I held control! |
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3. | Doberman Pharaoh, or Destiny Wore a Bondage Mask | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
To and fro, through freeze and thaws, from zenith to nadir! The universal tug of war, saw lines drawn in the sand appear. Divisions for a promised land, and Hell for those that dwelt, beneath a Pharaoh’s granite hand, where death wed something else. Millennia swam passed, since the covened Ark, ran aground on Ararat! But anew, tempered shadows grew, out of Midian’s strewing fear. Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms, led a desert son to sear. From the palace orchard I espied, where swooning trees and moonbeams vied. For the painted eye of the royal bride, whose gliding curves were deified. Beyond her grace where love would die, wretched destiny arrive! Back and forth the prophet came, riddled with a tongue of plagues. That would render mighty Egypt lame, if the rage of God stayed unassuaged. I listened with a heavy heart, but unyielded to the threats. This Hebrew in a jackal’s mask, would dredge into effect. Thenceforth the Nile reddened, as if Set stretched his hand to beset the damned! And bruised with flies, the skies grew leadened. But these miracles, feared, were all but reared, By nature, whose law alone stood that revered. Thus hysteria passed, but still the mark, of Yahveh burned on in the dark! One final time, on the steps to the shrine of Thoth, I twined with fate! Let my people go, still my word is "no". Then Death shall be the deciding plague. Since the crimes divine I left behind, I’d warred with every tribe that plied, in holy vestment, but with time. Bored sore of clawing what was mine. I laid my bones and made my throne, with a view to paradise. Thenceforth the heavens deafened, as if great beasts were unleashed to feast on man. And with carrion span Michael was weaponed, to descend with scorn, a dark reform, through Pi-Ramses skinning mine and her firstborn! Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark, of Yahveh bleeding in the dark! With nauseous dawn, a cry forlorn! Unified from plazas deep. The prophet’s curse, far worse had worked, to wrest the war in me from sleep. Drowned in night, a downward light, bathed the snaking exodus. Through the wilderness, as the aeons crept, impressed with fresh bloodlust. |
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4. | Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) | 05:39 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch, like a clockwork Christ, bears sore stigmata, bored. And as I threw job, I drove myself to a martyred wretch. To see if I drew pity or pretty litanies from the Lord! So the plot sickened with the coming of days, ill millennia thickened with the claret I sprayed. And though they saw red, I left a dirty white stain. A splintered know in the grain on Eden’s marital aid. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I walked the walls naked to the moon in Sodom and Babylon. And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on. I read the Urilia text, so that mortals wormed, as live bait for the dead. And as I broke hope, I choked another pope with manna peel. Dictating to De Sade, in the dark entrails of the bastille. And as he wrote, I smote, A royal blow to the heads of France. And in the sheen of guillotines, I saw others, fallen, dance! I was an incurable necromantic old fool, a phagadaena that crawled, drooling over the past. A rabid wolf in shawl, a razor’s edge to the rule, that the stars overall, were never destined to last. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep, turning sermons with the smell. on Witchfinder fingers where bad memories lingered. Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell. I sired schemes and the means, to catch sight of the seams, and the vagaries in between. And midst the lips and the curls of this cunt of a world. In glimpses I would see a nymph with eyes for me. Eyes of fire that set all life aflame, lights that surpassed art. In sight, that no intense device of pain, could prise their secrets from my heart. I knew not her name though her kiss was the same, without a whisper of shame as either virtue or sin’s. And pressed to her curve, I felt my destiny swerve, from damnation reserved to a permanent grin. So glad for the madness! So glad for the madness! |
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5. | A Scarlet Witch Lit the Season | 01:33 | instrumental |
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6. | Mannequin | 04:26 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat. Using them all, like the paralyzing snake. Charmed and enchanted by the Babylon whore. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I cannot remember, how it was that we first met. Curve of moon and haunted shore, the stars were not those Heaven sent. Did we come together at masked palatial balls, in silks and flesh and leather or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle, the eerie song of wolves, and eyes that danced with fire as they have forever more. Our rites of sin, have long fathered a hymn. To burden him whom by slip of after whim. At Genesis, dressed her like the wind! In Autumn gowns that pinned her down, to be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! Always poised on winter, but never would she break. My lovecraft and black witch heart, that pounded in her wake. We kissed on distant balconies, a law unto her own. Thirteenth dark commandment of figures pressed to stone. Turning cream with fantasies that God alone would know. We graced the Vomitorium with the sweet excess of Rome. Flagrant in the past! Our names were deeply carved, on the tree of life in long dead languages. Led to other worlds, by the girls she curled within. I took their skins to see her! Be my, be my mannequin! Be my mannequin! I tongued the nuns at Louviers, but not one word possessed. Her divine right, an archetype, for mortal Goddesses! |
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7. | Thank God for the Suffering | 06:13 | Show lyrics |
I still recall the first fullmoon of May, beneath whose rays we lay together. And those bright nights on glassy waves, when we would glide lightly away from the grain, for wicked flights of pleasure. Those visions fade like ghosts to life’s parade. Though incisions once made her so vivid. A scarlet whore with both heels in the door, of a Heaven severed from me, insipid. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, but for the rapture. That ancient plan for my defeat, denied faith skies that would have set her free. It seems again dreams wend to capture. Once dancing in a spotlit waltz through a shadowed dimension. Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes. The world drifted by in lost momentum. With no divine intervention! Regardless that the author of sin was me and I. Lay chaste of hate in faith’s embrace, as mortals warred with more besides. They warred with life itself! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! And I thank God for the suffering As still I burn for her return, I would make my peace with everything. I still recall, the first fullmoon of May, consigned to flames like secret letters. And midst the writhe of parapets, where angels sigh, lonely she sits. Upon the lip only a slip from whence I beg her. That I would wish, her kiss a chrysalis, to break to make my fluttered heart amiss. And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! Love would have conquered all, were we not parted. Her splintered loss rekindles rage, the winter frost dwindles across my stage. Lit up once more to score finales started. Love would have conquered all! Love would have conquered hate! And in those frozen moments won, from grief that creeps to wreathe the sun. In drapes inwove with deathshead wing, I thank God for the suffering! |
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8. | The Smoke of Her Burning / End of Daze | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Earth and sea cower from my screams As I climb into the skies Atop sins towered heaven-high for me From whence I see no reason why I should not smite with vengeance And hurl thieves down from paradise For storms before were as nothing More Than a breeze next to this night I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm A riot of stars shaken from their Stations The choking smoke of Jerusalem Burning Six vices become wrath And though half-blind with ravening Like Phineus now I see The end declared from the beginning Love won through my defeat But now I fear I will never peer On Her radiance again I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes Betrayed and played by God Who alone but He Scpaegraced and goated me? Now I wish to piss on His parade Angels, clawed, with burnished wings Still loyal, kiss the seal Bent on knees and harrowing Promise overkill Know that you shall die like whores And the cries of your writhings shall Rise To pleased their Lord So before the sword Side with me in slaughter I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm The spoken horns of desolation Drink the pouring of my fury Those darkened waters spur The brink of war as judge and jury And rapist executioner Our time is short, the horsemen ride A foul-breathed chora howls, besides Damnation and a day has passed This divine right to genocide Weld the gates to heaven shut The abyss leers in hissing ruts Unhilt the black grimoire of death Inscribe all names that God has left I lived the dream of nymph and men But now the nightmares come again Now the nightmares come again "And the Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep" |
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Nymphetamine
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
Will Bartle | Engineering, Editing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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Nymphetamine
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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Nymphetamine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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01:15:39 |
Nymphetamine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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Side B | |||
5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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2. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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3. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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4. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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Side B | |||
5. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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6. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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7. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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40:42 |
Nymphetamine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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Side B | |||
9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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Nymphetamine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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01:15:39 |
Nymphetamine
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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Nymphetamine
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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01:15:39 |
Nymphetamine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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15. | Bestial Lust (Bitch) (Bathory cover) | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
She is open wide She isn’t hard to please She drives me f*cking wild I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can’t resist She suck me to the core I (now) can’t take no more That Bitch She turns me to a beast BESTIAL LUST (C’mon) Bitch Each tendon muscle rippling She drink my sove with greed She f*ck my helpless body and she just raise the speed She let her wet tongue roll I gasp and can’t control She is hot and drives me wild and still she is open wide Just when this torture seems to end She is there to drain my sove again (Come on ride, to ride on me bitch) BESTIAL LUST |
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01:18:33 |
Nymphetamine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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1. | Devil Woman (Cliff Richard cover) | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
I’ve had nothing but bad luck Since the day I saw that cat at my door So I came into you sweet lady Answering your mystical call Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes And I knew it was a spell she cast She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you from behind Give me the ring on your finger And let me see the lines on your hand I can see me a tall dark stranger Giving you what you hadn’t planned I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked in those big green eyes And I wondered what I came there for She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you from behind, hind (Stay away, you cunt) If you’re out on a moonlit night Be careful of them neighbourhood strays Of a lady with long black hair Trying to win you with Nymphetamine ways Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes You’d better get out of there fast She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you |
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2. | Soft White Throat | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
A voyeur in league with the great thief night In an overthrow of woven light Slid in to rob the prayers She whispered to the air with thin deliberation "Spare me from the wolves Clawing past my door Tear me from the ghouls That start to gnaw my fingers" Following Her heart And every beat that spoke I kissed Her risen, naked Soft white throat Soft white throat Incense lit at perfection’s feet Has never burnt so sickly sweet As the fragrance of Her breath When Her lips met death with such imagination "Bear me to the moon The dour toll of bells Scare me with their boon Of Winter’s bitter graveyards" Swallowing Her fear I veered beneath Her coat Of soft white meat on Soft white throat Crepuscular, the lust in Her Went supernova Setting maps aflame Before Her veins ran colder And muscular, the final thrust In Her spilled over... Covering Her back I saw an angel lift Her coma I fell to eyes Of a bestial past That once, teaching grief through jaded pupils Now shone like celestial glass in Hell And doused in the glow from Her parting gift Never there lay, with curves like snowdrifts A beauty so frozen in bliss... Slumped to warm the dead to a standing ovation "Spare me from the wolves Clawing past my door Tear me from the ghouls That start to gnaw my fingers" Following Her heart And every beat that spoke I kissed Her risen, naked Soft white throat Crepuscular, the lust in Her Went supernova Setting maps aflame Before Her veins ran colder And muscular, the final thrust In Her spilled over... Smothering Her cracks I was the devil on Her shoulder "Dear Lord I cry, before I die Grant me the taste of love One final time lest I should hide When seraph call me from above And should remorse not stay my course From debt, addresses wept Will ask no more of you my Lord Save that my soul in Hell is kept" |
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3. | Bestial Lust (Bitch) (Bathory cover) | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
She is open wide She isn’t hard to please She drives me fucking wild I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can’t resist She suck me to the core I (now) can’t take no more That Bitch She turns me to a beast BESTIAL LUST (C’mon) Bitch Each tendon muscle rippling She drink my sove with greed She fuck my helpless body and she just raise the speed She let her wet tongue roll I gasp and can’t control She is hot and drives me wild and still she is open wide Just when this torture seems to end She is there to drain my sove again (Come on ride, to ride on me bitch) BESTIAL LUST |
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4. | Prey | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Nightfall, in thrall I call her beauty to me Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite Shadows to wander through me Whose kiss glittered with sleep Is a thief come after dark To steal away the leaden wreaths From my cemetery heart Thrilled to see the light Bruise-reddened, silhouetting Murder sites As dusk attends her son’s blood wedding Spilt across the skies In reefs of omen Licking flames and pagan rites The night awaits with baited thighs Start this artist darkness Yearning now to start this Burning as an artist Turning on the darkness Dizzy looking up with vertigo A sewer deity of recrement World below I’ll make you pray I spy with wicked lips The cream of mortal kind Committing their sins Their penitent skins To the harems in my mind Prey Thrilled to breathe tonight The sultry air of graces Passed in flight Like birds of May with playful faces Fills me with delight Their crystal skirts Spun from stars, worn tight Wink of fists in wishful places Start this artist darkness Yearning now to start this Burning as an artist Turning on the darkness Dizzy looking up with vertigo A sewer deity of recrement World below I’ll make you pray My whims like smoke in summertime Writhe atop the blooms Committing their thin White Catholic limbs To the cloister in my room You see I need To feed my dreams to order To be agreed With the beast in me That bleeds their borders Prey Nightfall, in thrall I call her beauty to me Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite Shadows to wander through me Whose kiss glittered with sleep Is a thief come after dark To steal away the leaden wreaths From my cemetery heart |
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5. | Nymphetamine (Jezebel Fix) | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a shot for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again? Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the bind of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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6. | Mr. Crowley (Ozzy Osbourne cover) | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head? Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead? Your life style to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic Yeah you waited on Satan’s call Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure? Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred Manifest on this Earth Conceived in the eye of a secret And then scattered the afterbirth Go Mr. Crowley, won’t you ride my white horse? Oh, Mr. Crowley, it’s symbolic of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear that mating call Approaching a time that is drastic Standing with their backs to the wall Was it polemically sent? I want to know what you meant I want to know I want to know what you meant Go. |
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Nymphetamine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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1. | Devil Woman (Cliff Richard Cover) | 03:38 | Show lyrics |
I’ve had nothing but bad luck Since the day I saw that cat at my door So I came into you sweet lady Answering your mystical call Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes And I knew it was a spell she cast She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you from behind Give me the ring on your finger And let me see the lines on your hand I can see me a tall dark stranger Giving you what you hadn’t planned I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked in those big green eyes And I wondered what I came there for She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you from behind, hind (Stay away, you cunt) If you’re out on a moonlit night Be careful of them neighbourhood strays Of a lady with long black hair Trying to win you with Nymphetamine ways Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes You’d better get out of there fast She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you She’s just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She’s gonna get you |
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2. | Soft White Throat | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
A voyeur in league with the great thief night In an overthrow of woven light Slid in to rob the prayers She whispered to the air with thin deliberation "Spare me from the wolves Clawing past my door Tear me from the ghouls That start to gnaw my fingers" Following Her heart And every beat that spoke I kissed Her risen, naked Soft white throat Soft white throat Incense lit at perfection’s feet Has never burnt so sickly sweet As the fragrance of Her breath When Her lips met death with such imagination "Bear me to the moon The dour toll of bells Scare me with their boon Of Winter’s bitter graveyards" Swallowing Her fear I veered beneath Her coat Of soft white meat on Soft white throat Crepuscular, the lust in Her Went supernova Setting maps aflame Before Her veins ran colder And muscular, the final thrust In Her spilled over... Covering Her back I saw an angel lift Her coma I fell to eyes Of a bestial past That once, teaching grief through jaded pupils Now shone like celestial glass in Hell And doused in the glow from Her parting gift Never there lay, with curves like snowdrifts A beauty so frozen in bliss... Slumped to warm the dead to a standing ovation "Spare me from the wolves Clawing past my door Tear me from the ghouls That start to gnaw my fingers" Following Her heart And every beat that spoke I kissed Her risen, naked Soft white throat Crepuscular, the lust in Her Went supernova Setting maps aflame Before Her veins ran colder And muscular, the final thrust In Her spilled over... Smothering Her cracks I was the devil on Her shoulder "Dear Lord I cry, before I die Grant me the taste of love One final time lest I should hide When seraph call me from above And should remorse not stay my course From debt, addresses wept Will ask no more of you my Lord Save that my soul in Hell is kept" |
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3. | Bestial Lust (Bitch) (Bathory Cover) | 02:54 | Show lyrics |
She is open wide She isn’t hard to please She drives me fucking wild I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can’t resist She suck me to the core I (now) can’t take no more That Bitch She turns me to a beast BESTIAL LUST (C’mon) Bitch Each tendon muscle rippling She drink my sove with greed She fuck my helpless body and she just raise the speed She let her wet tongue roll I gasp and can’t control She is hot and drives me wild and still she is open wide Just when this torture seems to end She is there to drain my sove again (Come on ride, to ride on me bitch) BESTIAL LUST |
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4. | Prey | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
Nightfall, in thrall I call her beauty to me Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite Shadows to wander through me Whose kiss glittered with sleep Is a thief come after dark To steal away the leaden wreaths From my cemetery heart Thrilled to see the light Bruise-reddened, silhouetting Murder sites As dusk attends her son’s blood wedding Spilt across the skies In reefs of omen Licking flames and pagan rites The night awaits with baited thighs Start this artist darkness Yearning now to start this Burning as an artist Turning on the darkness Dizzy looking up with vertigo A sewer deity of recrement World below I’ll make you pray I spy with wicked lips The cream of mortal kind Committing their sins Their penitent skins To the harems in my mind Prey Thrilled to breathe tonight The sultry air of graces Passed in flight Like birds of May with playful faces Fills me with delight Their crystal skirts Spun from stars, worn tight Wink of fists in wishful places Start this artist darkness Yearning now to start this Burning as an artist Turning on the darkness Dizzy looking up with vertigo A sewer deity of recrement World below I’ll make you pray My whims like smoke in summertime Writhe atop the blooms Committing their thin White Catholic limbs To the cloister in my room You see I need To feed my dreams to order To be agreed With the beast in me That bleeds their borders Prey Nightfall, in thrall I call her beauty to me Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite Shadows to wander through me Whose kiss glittered with sleep Is a thief come after dark To steal away the leaden wreaths From my cemetery heart |
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5. | Nymphetamine (Jezebel Fix) | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a shot for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again? Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the bind of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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6. | Mr. Crowley (Ozzy Osbourne Cover) | 05:13 | Show lyrics |
Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head? Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead? Your life style to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic Yeah you waited on Satan’s call Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure? Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred Manifest on this Earth Conceived in the eye of a secret And then scattered the afterbirth Go Mr. Crowley, won’t you ride my white horse? Oh, Mr. Crowley, it’s symbolic of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear that mating call Approaching a time that is drastic Standing with their backs to the wall Was it polemically sent? I want to know what you meant I want to know I want to know what you meant Go. |
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7. | Nymphetamine | 05:06 | Show lyrics |
Led to the river Midsummer I wave A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave And through red September When skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced, when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your loneliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolors all with tunnel vision Sunsetter, nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better, nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm, I’m circled like prey Back in the forest where whispers persuade More sugar trails, more white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fall to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance out to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the bind of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolors all with tunnel vision Sunsetter, nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better, nymphetamine Sunsetter, nymphetamine None better, nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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Nymphetamine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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2. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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3. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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4. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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5. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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6. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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7. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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40:42 |
Nymphetamine
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Germs Warfare | Guitars |
Martin Foul | Keyboards, Guitars, Arrangements |
Herr Pubis | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Nicholas Todd | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 1, 12) |
Tessa Bonner | Vocals (choirs) |
Kim Porter | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Guitars |
Deborah Roberts | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Sager | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Gregory Skidmore | Vocals (choirs) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (tracks 6, 14) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Bartle | Editing, Engineering |
Matt Lombard | Artwork, Illustration, Photography |
U.E. Nastasi | Mastering |
Dan Turner | Producer, Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Orchestral arrangements, Orchestral mixing |
Alexander Krull | Engineering (track 6) |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Colin Richardson | Mixing |
Steve Carter | Engineering, Editing |
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1. | Satyriasis | 01:41 | Show lyrics |
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps of Heaven, where thou didst reign. And in the deeps of Hell where fallen thy dream silently. |
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2. | Gilded Cunt | 04:07 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil to hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind, in place of Eve a bitter parody hails. Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine. Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth, the gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light, that halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did Heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger... Cunt, cunt, gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt, cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... Oh, you gilded cunt! Your thin pretence, overstretched and sickly, feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave. My preference leans to killing you quickly, scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains. But I am tied to the labyrinth and the beast. The one way track of eyes, black and grey like panzers. Loose your shell, shoot the mouth. The gates of Hell have often dropped their jaws about. Satan’s agents are perversions to bear. Side to side with the diversions, you use to guide my fingers there! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Dirty little gold digger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Nothing is above you, save a boreal light. That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice. And below you, will I see you tonight? Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite. For I am torn, between the sheets that keep me borne. And the teeth of a storm that reap then rend my stanzas. Click your heels, three times six. The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue, nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon. Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Dirty little soul frigger! Cunt, cunt! Gilded cunt! Oh, you gilded cunt! Cunt! Cunt! Take your pain and shove it up your asshole... |
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3. | Nemesis | 07:17 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night! The empowering wind that draws breath from despite roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight! Choirs ignite! A swansong for Leda, deathknells for Troy. Tragedy blooms from one act, I am Nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight! So strike up the skies! The diction of thunder, God-given rites, no fiction can deafen the fact I am Nemesis! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis! Tonight is the night! The city sweats fever from the filth in her womb, shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom. Restless inside! Her split underbelly suitored with flies. Marital bowels now contract, I am nemesis! Poured in my arms when my daughter’s eyelids closed, I swore to slaughter those who stole my ray of moonlight. Never again our enemies entertained. I toy at the clasp of her chain, and remember the fight! Cowled in the utter grief, I am the priest of a new disorder whose flag unfurled bears a hatred for the western world. There is no compromise, no piped lament to stay the blind just a shrike cacophony of war! Ashes ember fires rise, no longer am I paralysed. Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for. Black is my heart! Black is my heart! Black is my heart! I am nemesis... |
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4. | Gabrielle | 05:27 | Show lyrics |
Foul snake despair, where once you darkened gardens another coils there! Where twice you sliced all hope from me and left these present scars, an insane love now burns above. The weft of incandescent stars! Hilt your dripping fangs that range skywards to rend apart. I might have sang of wings unchained but long before I locked my heart... For Gabrielle! A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts! Whose beauty fostered poets, whose laugh like silver bells thawed your bitter winter from my path! Gabrielle! Foul snake despair, where once you peddled secrets another spoils there! With speech that sweetens drowning in deep lagoons of eyes, and legs that begged apologies for lengths that mesmerised. Spare your hissing sentiments for her fee welts more than thine. Though no malice she weans, just a palace of dreams where windswept chambers pine. For Gabrielle, whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold! Her rouge lips smack of dark blood, her name in whisper rolls forever on my tongue lest her memory dissolve! Gabrielle... Once crucified I would have died a thousand more times just to feel her breath on my neck as a fervent lover. To drown her sighs in floods of tears so well refined, and blind from spying her in the arms of others! Gabrielle... Buried inside where she’s all but mine. Save for those that dine on her perfect carcass! Gabrielle... Foul snake despair, where once you wreaked my misery another toils there! For long lost Gabrielle whose nightly spreading grin persists in other faces by whom I’m slowly taken in! |
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5. | Absinthe with Faust | 05:14 | Show lyrics |
Pour the emerald wine into crystal glasses, we will touch the divine through kissed catharsis. Let us pitch to the seven-year itch of the ultra-decadent, to a tainted world and the painted girls that our fantasies spent. Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes, sipping the bizarre tasting copious dreams. A toast to those most sacrilegious of days where for every whim won one soon repays. We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! We have spent our time drenched in opulent splendour, but when midnight chimes will gilded souls surrender. Let us drink on the giddying brink of pools of excrement, all manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent. I remember the night as if it were engraved, a bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves to the shore from the moon, and by her grace, came that erudite stranger, that fucker! He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! Come my friend to fate let’s raise two finger shots at this our last soiree, for tomorrow I fear swoops all too deadly near. This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate! We touched the stars that now laugh from afar at we, the damned! The damned... He was a predator creditor cold! Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered was not gold but we wanted everything, and for it all lost our souls! |
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6. | Nymphetamine (Overdose) | 09:14 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay, I was fading from the race. When in despair, my darkest days, ran amok and forged her face. From the fairest of handmaidens, to a slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine! Heaving midst narcissus on a maledict blanket of stars, she was all three wishes: Sex, sex, sex! A lover hung on her death row, I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like cupid’s bow whose arrows hungered meat. And the blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! "Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Two tracks, bric-a-brac! Something passed between us like a bad crack, upward-lit I’d met another kind. Of rat in fact, with every Rome inside me licked and ransacked she haunted at the corners of my mind. In black cataracts wouldn’t white wash away her filthy smoke stack. She burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide! |
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7. | Painting Flowers White Never Suited My Palette | 01:57 | instrumental |
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8. | Medusa and Hemlock | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Dim the lights, wrong the rites, toss the puerile cross away we are gashing from a venomous womb. Burning bright, dead of night, pyres stain a milky way. Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she whispers through the graveyards of our hearts, wreathed in dreams as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. Medusa and Hemlock! Harvest past, fires cast ashen shades this Halloween. We are set now to beherit the Earth! Widdershins, death begins to fashion fete to gallow scenes, spirits rising to discredit rebirth. In the Samhain mist we lay in welcome by the western gate, with the five fold kiss for every soul returning. From the fecund abyss where nature’s travesties congregate, with a stone cold wish to see the wicker man burning. The wind she flitters through the forest of our hearts, wreathed in leaves as she weaves her witchcraft. We breathe enamoured of the conquering dark. I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair, plot your face then ascending marble stares. You shall pluck me masked from roses-in-despair, tasting my blood that runs from worming tongue like prayer. Under pagan veneer snakes a fear that makes the stars, grieve just to be uncharted on this eve when part of me chars a path through your heavenly constellations. Medusa and Hemlock! Back to black, hinges crack, rituals call obscenities, sheets of demons rush insanity skies. Tread the salt, the dead exult, preachers beg our clemency, seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes. We who kept the candle by the vault, we who kept the candle on the cult. |
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9. | Coffin Fodder | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! The stars I have grasped are so far lonely constellations, and wishing on those stars my spirit bars annihilation. From earthen miseries hosts of most fell forms of greed, ghosts of pearly gate remissions. Forever haunting me, slit the witch and watch him bleed as with any inquisition. Lying from the start, The preachers piled their craft scoffing elder glories. And dying I depart to make their sunken hearts a coffin for their stories. The time is past to falter when freedom slips my sombre pen, and the gates to wolves break open then. My feelings may seem constant prey! But claws no more will rake me, those whores have fled to darker days. Above and beyond I have wronged in my position, but now the winds are strong to soar from Babel’s vision. Of cutthroat jealousies, dock to dock these mongrels breed. Dogs of fogged derision! Pacing soon to be back to pack mentality when my killing moon is risen. Trying from the start, these creatures of the dark, were quaffing morning glories. And dying I depart to make their drunken hearts a coffin for their stories. Innovation in ovation, imagination stirs. Somewhere the dusk is lining red the shore of a roaring sea, and though loved there’s someone is pining for the waves of blood to run and rescue me. The time has come to rise again! Freedom lift thy sewered hem free from beasts and skewered men. My dreams unroll ten thousand fold! Their world will never take me, they will never desecrate my soul! Their world will never break me, they will never desecrate my soul! |
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10. | English Fire | 04:45 | Show lyrics |
Seven brides serve me seven sins, seven seas writhe for me. From orient gates to R’lyeh, Abydos to Thessaly. And Sirens sing from stern but now I cease to play, for I yearn to return to woodland ferns where Herne and his wild huntress lay. Now the tidal are turning, spurning the darkness! The great purgations of distinguished tours are but stills in time to the thrill that I’m once more heading to the bedding of her english shores. The wind bickered in satanic mill sails, eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees. And mists clung tight in panic to vales when Brigantia spoke her soul to me. From Imbolg to Bealtaine, Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season’s blent, together a chimerical beast! Now the tidal are turning, churning in darkness! The celebrations of extinguished wars are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more, dreading the red weddings on her english shores. Gone are the rustic summers of my youth, cruel winters cut their sacred throats with polished scythes that reap worldwide pitch black skies and forest smoke. And the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. One of her sons from the vast far-flung come home to rebuild, the rampant line of the Leonine risen over pestilent fields. Now the tidal are turning, burning in darkness! The salvation of her hungry sword shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour, spreading her beheadings on these english shores. For the hosts that I saw there, drones of carrion law, drove the ghosts of my forbears to rove and rally once more. This is a waking for England from it’s reticent doze. This is a waking for England, lest hope and glory are regarded as foes. |
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11. | Filthy Little Secret | 06:15 | Show lyrics |
There hides a secret deeply twined inside of her mind, a tried and confined egret that pines to fly south to this mouth of mine. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, trusted to keep the weight of oceans from her rusted gates of sleep. A dreaming angel lying curled in the circles of Hell. I must protect her, watch her back for any cracks to occur. For in the witching hour she slips into the underworld, a pearled Persephone deflowered by the powers that around her down her whirl. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret! I serve her slender hope to preserve mankind from old ghosts. Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead might be best for both. Pity! Too long have these emotions like potions made me a sole castellan, posted to keep slow wheels in motion from the human race to beat. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. For in the dead of the night she spasms with orgasmic flare. This reamed Demeter with Poseidons there inside her too appeased to grieve our air. Doomed to damn the rift across the shifting abyss with her body and it’s gift, My filthy little secret! Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret She makes me burn! Pity! Too long this urchin princess has incensed, made me a wanton felon searching for the key to loose her harness and set desires lurching free. Without her there, my Nymphetamine with the faraway stare. Thin walls would crumble, horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs. But in her room at night I care not for the underworld. Slathering and gathering emboldened reichs to breach, to teach a dread thereafter. I would risk all this for one minute of bliss with her body and it’s gift, my filthy little secret. Forever sworn to keep it, my filthy little secret! I know a deeper beauty shines beyond the veil, her roots and creepers mine as the worms beneath arise! |
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12. | Swansong for a Raven | 07:08 | Show lyrics |
"Forgive the day’s last serenades, her skies they bruise like nordic women. Deep crimson stains that Death would claim his robes of office swim in." As would I for his dark eye has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe. On charred remains with shared disdain for those I chose to mortify. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa. A verse for her whispered to the Earth, a lover’s curse is a see-through coffin, praises her curves so oft concurred. Though she was no Snow White on the night she died. Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and secrets pried. "For on and in they spread her wide, that seraph bride, the Devil’s pride shalt soon avenge with swift reprise." And they would writhe for my dark eye bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s on Esther’s reign, and in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs. Their cries have paralysed, and the smoke has choked these vistas. But still I lie though tears have dried on the grave of my Clarissa! Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches, a fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry. I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice. I was like a Lycanthrope until the moon glazed over, lipped with blood and last goodbyes. Now I dream enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion where beauty streams, freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come. To tear out her spells in red lettered cells, wherein even the Crown Prince of Hell come out of his arrogant shell would falter to better. But her face soon dispels and as black feathers fell from Heaven’s smoke, so I woke to insanity. Her exquisite corpse found fit for their sport, of course, would burn on the morrow with me! And there on this night, strung up in my sight naked she sways, displayed for their vulgar delight. I scream through my bars at the stars that for these crimes of mine solace me. I will fear not the flames that to passion are tame, not nearly the same searing pain, I pray, as held sway upon losing her. Nor the mettle of roars that will settle like ashes and scores, as with our ghosts in the fog when we both turn no more. |
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13. | Mother of Abominations | 07:32 | Show lyrics |
"Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn..." Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, grips the cosmic wheel. A lover of acceleration, no mercy or brakes applied, I see dead stars collide in her cold unflinching powerslide. Comets tear the skies, gushing from a shattered silence, never so alive like the rush of cum on Nymphetamines. Minds desanitized, nightchords rung on a ladder of violence, darkness fantasised, sleek and polished black. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and mute their staves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft their future graves. Heavens above fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising, expect no love when she enters your golden halls. Millennial the whore riding wide astride the horns of madness, clarions forth the war spilling the wine of her fornication. Perennial the gore filling the lines between split nations seeping under doors, in time tides force a wider crack. Mother of Abominations, our Lady Overkill smothering the congregation, licks the royal milk! The scourge hangs at her girdle, Death slathers near her heel, seeking blood to curdle when the gathered clouds reveal. Her roared abortive labour thighs slick with molten steel, dripping into sabres for Vulcan spawn to wield. Instrumental in stripping Gods to neuter and lash her slaves, thereafter her laughter shalt sound aloft the crashing waves. Heaven’s above fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising, expect no love when they enter your golden halls. On sanguine floods hear the foregone cries of the last surviving, skewered like doves outside the wailing walls. |
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14. | Nymphetamine (Fix) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
"Lead to the river midsummer, I waved a V of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through red September with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones." Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to thy razor that never enchained would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey back in the forest where whispers persuade. More sugar trails, more white lady laid than pillars of salt. "Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway, and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days." Christening stars I remember the way, we were needle and spoon mislaid in the burning hay. "Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness, and would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your loneliness I could always find the right slot for your sacred key." Six feet deep is the incision, in my heart that barless prison discolours all with tunnel vision. Sunsetter Nymphetamine! Sick and weak from my condition, this lust, this vampyric addiction to her alone in full submission. None better Nymphetamine! Sunsetter Nymphetamine! None better Nymphetamine! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine Girl! Nymphetamine, Nymphetamine, my Nymphetamine Girl! |
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Peace Through Superior Firepower
Members | |
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Band members | |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Charles Hedger | Bass |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dana Howard Nelson | Editing |
Steve Graham | Director |
John Coulthart | Artwork, Design, Illustrations |
Dan Turner | Concert sound, Mixing |
Paul Allender | Director, Editing, Animation, Authoring |
Thomas Mignone | Director |
Dani Filth | Director, Editing |
Daniel Jacobs | Director |
Alex Chandon | Director |
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1. | Gilded Cunt | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind In place of eve a bitter parody hails Daggers from the swagger Of a sodomite’s concubine Bine (Bine) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave My preference leans to killing you quickly Scissored in the gizzard That a heart no more maintains But I am tied To the labyrinth and the beast The one-way track of eyes Black and grey like panzers Loose your shell Shoot the mouth The gates of hell Have often dropped their jaws about Satan’s agents were perversion to bear Side to side with their diversions You use to guide my fingers there Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Nothing is above you save a boreal light That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice And below you, will I see you tonight Glower from your tower Built of ivory and spite? For I am torn Between the sheets that keep me borne And the teeth of a storm They reap then rape my stanzas Click your heels Three times six The stars are fixed May I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue Nor did heaven ever weather The crosses that you came upon Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole |
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2. | Nemisis | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night The empowering wind that draws breath from despite Roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight Choirs ignite A swansong for Leda Deathknells for Troy Tragedy blooms from one act I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter’s eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight So strike up the skies The diction of thunder God-given rites No fiction can deafen the fact I am nemesis Cowled in the utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world The is no compromise No piped lament To stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I paralysed Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis Nemesis Tonight is the night The city sweats fever, the filth in her womb Shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom Restless inside Her split underbelly Suitored with flies Martial bowels now contract I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter’s eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight Never again Our enemies entertained I toy at the clasp of her chain And remember the fight Cowled in utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world There is no compromise No piped lament to stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I Palestined Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis |
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3. | Mannequin | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore. Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gowns That pinned Her down To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses... |
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4. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) When my secrets are buried in thine (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) To plot the new age’s decline (Come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me And help me seize My future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows, What dreams hast thou to show? Who treads the silent meadows, To worship thee below?" [Traditional] |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:39 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil’s whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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7. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens to A slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus On a maledict blanket of stars She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her death row I was hooked on her disease Highly strung like Cupid’s bow Whose arrows hungered meat And the blinding flare of passion In the shade of narrow streets Where their poison never rationed All the tips they left in me Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine) None better Nymphetamine Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide |
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8. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart. Don’t despair me. Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts, after dark..." Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death’s poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I’ve prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to darker sides. A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian... Haunted by this portent, This obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below, Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance, Marble wings spread to the skies. A vale of dreams that it would seem, The daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall, As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all. Forbidden Midian, A long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin... You rival Heaven Above Heaven’s tragic wreck (Though the only Angels in repose Were those with ivy strangled necks) Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault. Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists, From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold. The searing Sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, The Tribes of Christ will not forgive - And shall not suffer their kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, Baring each a face effaced, And raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, A Vatican lying in state, For the sanctity of sin... To rival Heaven Free of Heaven’s tragic wreck (Though the only Angels that arose Were those who fell to most requests) Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists. Whilst I watched without revolt, Carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf, Bared fangs met in intercourse. A nightly rite of teeth and cunt, For those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on Me for days, And in laudenum’s haze I painted them all... The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins The raven winged and missing limb Suicides and split thighed Seraphim. And marble stairs Stargrazers dare Ascend like prayer (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares) Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death’s poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I’ve prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to other sides. A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian... I know I’ve seen Through the black backed mirrors in sanity: Lucent prides amassed in last retreat, Prurient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from Me. And just like grim ascension prophecies, My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads, Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams. When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me... ... Please come for me... Exhuming the moon, Through the bars in My room. The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, No Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, And dead men from crosses, My fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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9. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again When the moon is full We shall assemble to adore The potent spirit of your Queen, My mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Then my mother will Teach her, in truth All things as yet unknown I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest "Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with leaves, she stands, Who gathers all things mortal, With cold immortal hands, Her languid lips are sweeter, Than love’s who fears to greet her, To men that mix and meet her, From many times and lands." |
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10. | The Promise of Fever | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life’s blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards |
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11. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess’ own came deformed A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet Her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed... Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In Her Her walk went to voodoo To see Her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards She abhored Not Her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord "I must avert mine eyes to hymns For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With Him undead for three long nights" Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to Her door Tombed Her soul with such stone For She swore the Priest sighed When She knelt down to atone... She feared the light So when She fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When Her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths ’Pon the grave of Her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation The She kissed the Devil’s phallus By Her own decree... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between Her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the Sorceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite’s grasp To the forest’s vulva Where the witch scholared Her In even darker themes "Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again" And under lacerations of dawn She returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as She rode Through mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally... |
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12. | Mother of Abominations | 07:35 | Show lyrics |
[chant:] "Ia, ia, Cthulhu fhtagn." [From the Cthulhu Mythos by author H.P. Lovecraft] Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heaven’s above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heaven’s above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls |
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13. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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15. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But oh, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty As We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed the cold mirrors A Queen of Snows Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when... The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me for I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch Their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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16. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too But it’s... [CHORUS] (No no no) No time for heartache (No no no) No time to run and hide (No no no) No time for breaking down (No no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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17. | Babylon A.D. | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity Or pretty litanies from the Lord So the plot sickened With the coming of days Ill millennia thickened With the claret I sprayed And though they saw red I left a dirty white stain A splintered knot in the grain On Eden’s marital aid So glad for the madness So glad for the madness I walked the walls naked to the moon In Sodom and Babylon And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican I led a sordid Borgia on I read the Urilia text So that mortals wormed As livebait for the dead And as I broke hope, I choked Another Pope with manna peel Dictating to DeSade In the dark entrails of the Bastille And as He wrote, I smote A royal blow to the heads of France And in the sheen of guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in a shawl A razor’s edge to the rule That the stars overall Were never destined to last So glad for the madness I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep Turning sermons with the smell On Witchfinder fingers Where bad memories lingered Burning, as when Dante Was freed to map Hell I sired schemes and the means To catch sight of the seams And the vagaries inbetween... And midst the lips and the curls Of this cunt of a world In glimpses I would see A nymph with eyes for me Eyes of fire that set all life aflame Lights that surpassed art In sight, that no intense device of pain Could prise their secrets from my heart I knew not Her name Though her kiss was the same Without a whisper of shame As either Virtue or Sin’s And pressed to Her Curve I felt my destiny swerve From damnation reserved To a permanent grin... So glad for the madness |
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18. | Mannequin | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore. Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gowns That pinned Her down To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses... |
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19. | The Promise of Fever | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life’s blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards |
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20. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens to A slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus On a maledict blanket of stars She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her death row I was hooked on her disease Highly strung like Cupid’s bow Whose arrows hungered meat And the blinding flare of passion In the shade of narrow streets Where their poison never rationed All the tips they left in me Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine) None better Nymphetamine Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide |
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Peace Through Superior Firepower
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Charles Hedger | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
John Coulthart | Design, Illustrations, Artwork |
Daniel Jacobs | Director |
Alex Chandon | Director |
Dan Turner | Concert sound, Mixing |
Paul Allender | Director, Editing, Animation, Authoring |
Dana Howard Nelson | Editing |
Thomas Mignone | Director |
Steve Graham | Director |
Dani Filth | Director, Editing |
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1. | Gilded Cunt | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind In place of eve a bitter parody hails Daggers from the swagger Of a sodomite’s concubine Bine (Bine) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave My preference leans to killing you quickly Scissored in the gizzard That a heart no more maintains But I am tied To the labyrinth and the beast The one-way track of eyes Black and grey like panzers Loose your shell Shoot the mouth The gates of hell Have often dropped their jaws about Satan’s agents were perversion to bear Side to side with their diversions You use to guide my fingers there Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Nothing is above you save a boreal light That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice And below you, will I see you tonight Glower from your tower Built of ivory and spite? For I am torn Between the sheets that keep me borne And the teeth of a storm They reap then rape my stanzas Click your heels Three times six The stars are fixed May I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue Nor did heaven ever weather The crosses that you came upon Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole |
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2. | Nemisis | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night The empowering wind that draws breath from despite Roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight Choirs ignite A swansong for Leda Deathknells for Troy Tragedy blooms from one act I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter’s eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight So strike up the skies The diction of thunder God-given rites No fiction can deafen the fact I am nemesis Cowled in the utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world The is no compromise No piped lament To stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I paralysed Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis Nemesis Tonight is the night The city sweats fever, the filth in her womb Shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom Restless inside Her split underbelly Suitored with flies Martial bowels now contract I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter’s eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight Never again Our enemies entertained I toy at the clasp of her chain And remember the fight Cowled in utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world There is no compromise No piped lament to stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I Palestined Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis |
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3. | Mannequin | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore. Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gowns That pinned Her down To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses... |
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4. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) When my secrets are buried in thine (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) To plot the new age’s decline (Come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me And help me seize My future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows, What dreams hast thou to show? Who treads the silent meadows, To worship thee below?" [Traditional] |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:39 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil’s whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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7. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens to A slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus On a maledict blanket of stars She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her death row I was hooked on her disease Highly strung like Cupid’s bow Whose arrows hungered meat And the blinding flare of passion In the shade of narrow streets Where their poison never rationed All the tips they left in me Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine) None better Nymphetamine Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide |
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8. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart. Don’t despair me. Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts, after dark..." Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death’s poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I’ve prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to darker sides. A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian... Haunted by this portent, This obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below, Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance, Marble wings spread to the skies. A vale of dreams that it would seem, The daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall, As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all. Forbidden Midian, A long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin... You rival Heaven Above Heaven’s tragic wreck (Though the only Angels in repose Were those with ivy strangled necks) Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault. Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists, From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold. The searing Sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, The Tribes of Christ will not forgive - And shall not suffer their kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, Baring each a face effaced, And raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, A Vatican lying in state, For the sanctity of sin... To rival Heaven Free of Heaven’s tragic wreck (Though the only Angels that arose Were those who fell to most requests) Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists. Whilst I watched without revolt, Carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf, Bared fangs met in intercourse. A nightly rite of teeth and cunt, For those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on Me for days, And in laudenum’s haze I painted them all... The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins The raven winged and missing limb Suicides and split thighed Seraphim. And marble stairs Stargrazers dare Ascend like prayer (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares) Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death’s poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I’ve prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to other sides. A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian... I know I’ve seen Through the black backed mirrors in sanity: Lucent prides amassed in last retreat, Prurient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from Me. And just like grim ascension prophecies, My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads, Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams. When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me... ... Please come for me... Exhuming the moon, Through the bars in My room. The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, No Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, And dead men from crosses, My fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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9. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again When the moon is full We shall assemble to adore The potent spirit of your Queen, My mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Then my mother will Teach her, in truth All things as yet unknown I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest "Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with leaves, she stands, Who gathers all things mortal, With cold immortal hands, Her languid lips are sweeter, Than love’s who fears to greet her, To men that mix and meet her, From many times and lands." |
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10. | The Promise of Fever | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life’s blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards |
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11. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess’ own came deformed A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet Her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed... Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In Her Her walk went to voodoo To see Her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards She abhored Not Her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord "I must avert mine eyes to hymns For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With Him undead for three long nights" Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to Her door Tombed Her soul with such stone For She swore the Priest sighed When She knelt down to atone... She feared the light So when She fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When Her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths ’Pon the grave of Her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation The She kissed the Devil’s phallus By Her own decree... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between Her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the Sorceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite’s grasp To the forest’s vulva Where the witch scholared Her In even darker themes "Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again" And under lacerations of dawn She returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as She rode Through mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally... |
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12. | Mother of Abominations | 07:35 | Show lyrics |
[chant:] "Ia, ia, Cthulhu fhtagn." [From the Cthulhu Mythos by author H.P. Lovecraft] Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heaven’s above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heaven’s above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls |
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13. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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15. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But oh, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty As We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed the cold mirrors A Queen of Snows Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when... The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me for I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch Their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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16. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too But it’s... [CHORUS] (No no no) No time for heartache (No no no) No time to run and hide (No no no) No time for breaking down (No no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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17. | Babylon A.D. | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity Or pretty litanies from the Lord So the plot sickened With the coming of days Ill millennia thickened With the claret I sprayed And though they saw red I left a dirty white stain A splintered knot in the grain On Eden’s marital aid So glad for the madness So glad for the madness I walked the walls naked to the moon In Sodom and Babylon And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican I led a sordid Borgia on I read the Urilia text So that mortals wormed As livebait for the dead And as I broke hope, I choked Another Pope with manna peel Dictating to DeSade In the dark entrails of the Bastille And as He wrote, I smote A royal blow to the heads of France And in the sheen of guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in a shawl A razor’s edge to the rule That the stars overall Were never destined to last So glad for the madness I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep Turning sermons with the smell On Witchfinder fingers Where bad memories lingered Burning, as when Dante Was freed to map Hell I sired schemes and the means To catch sight of the seams And the vagaries inbetween... And midst the lips and the curls Of this cunt of a world In glimpses I would see A nymph with eyes for me Eyes of fire that set all life aflame Lights that surpassed art In sight, that no intense device of pain Could prise their secrets from my heart I knew not Her name Though her kiss was the same Without a whisper of shame As either Virtue or Sin’s And pressed to Her Curve I felt my destiny swerve From damnation reserved To a permanent grin... So glad for the madness |
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18. | Mannequin | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore. Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gowns That pinned Her down To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses... |
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19. | The Promise of Fever | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life’s blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards |
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20. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens to A slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus On a maledict blanket of stars She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her death row I was hooked on her disease Highly strung like Cupid’s bow Whose arrows hungered meat And the blinding flare of passion In the shade of narrow streets Where their poison never rationed All the tips they left in me Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine) None better Nymphetamine Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide |
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02:40:00 |
Peace Through Superior Firepower
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Charles Hedger | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Martin Foul | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (female) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Daniel Jacobs | Director |
John Coulthart | Design, Illustrations, Artwork |
Alex Chandon | Director |
Dan Turner | Concert sound, Mixing |
Paul Allender | Director, Editing, Animation, Authoring |
Dana Howard Nelson | Editing |
Thomas Mignone | Director |
Steve Graham | Director |
Dani Filth | Director, Editing |
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1. | Gilded Cunt | 04:10 | Show lyrics |
Your misery is worn as a veil To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind In place of eve a bitter parody hails Daggers from the swagger Of a sodomite’s concubine Bine (Bine) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave My preference leans to killing you quickly Scissored in the gizzard That a heart no more maintains But I am tied To the labyrinth and the beast The one-way track of eyes Black and grey like panzers Loose your shell Shoot the mouth The gates of hell Have often dropped their jaws about Satan’s agents were perversion to bear Side to side with their diversions You use to guide my fingers there Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Nothing is above you save a boreal light That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice And below you, will I see you tonight Glower from your tower Built of ivory and spite? For I am torn Between the sheets that keep me borne And the teeth of a storm They reap then rape my stanzas Click your heels Three times six The stars are fixed May I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue Nor did heaven ever weather The crosses that you came upon Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole Take you pain and shove it up your asshole |
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2. | Nemisis | 07:19 | Show lyrics |
Tonight is the night The empowering wind that draws breath from despite Roars ’neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight Choirs ignite A swansong for Leda Deathknells for Troy Tragedy blooms from one act I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter’s eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight So strike up the skies The diction of thunder God-given rites No fiction can deafen the fact I am nemesis Cowled in the utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world The is no compromise No piped lament To stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I paralysed Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis Nemesis Tonight is the night The city sweats fever, the filth in her womb Shifts like the season’s unease at the hands of doom Restless inside Her split underbelly Suitored with flies Martial bowels now contract I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter’s eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight Never again Our enemies entertained I toy at the clasp of her chain And remember the fight Cowled in utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world There is no compromise No piped lament to stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I Palestined Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis |
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3. | Mannequin | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore. Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gowns That pinned Her down To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses... |
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4. | The Black Goddess Rises | 06:49 | Show lyrics |
Thee I invoke, bornless one All woman, pure predator Wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell Like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle Lilith who rode the steed Thou art pale Hecate Rising from Thessaly Crush their unworthy idols No church shall bar our path Seductive Evil, drink your fill Of the bleeding Christ in your arms You are in my dreams The darkness in my eyes The rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart We could kill them all If our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her As we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire To harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh Suck dry the ebbing wound Leave them lifeless and broken My beloved... Oh, how I have craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter Am I to bleed myself dry just to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) When my secrets are buried in thine (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) Under seven stars we came together (Come to me... Black Goddess arise) To plot the new age’s decline (Come to me... ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen Come forth to me And help me seize My future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking Nazarene Ah... the lies... the jew... I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm As love secretes the thrill for war The virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows, What dreams hast thou to show? Who treads the silent meadows, To worship thee below?" [Traditional] |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:39 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight’s inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life’s punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil’s whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves UNder horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
"The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see..." She was Divinity’s creature that kissed the cold mirrors, a queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl, until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor, their lanterns chased phantoms and threw an inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized by the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped and left, five men of God, her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there beneath the cedar’s stare. Silk dress torn her raven hair flown to gown her beauty bared, was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood never to part lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed, "Come back to me for I was born in love with thee, so why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves with dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was Erzulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. So for her the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed, I swept form cries mesmerized by the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot, her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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7. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens to A slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus On a maledict blanket of stars She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her death row I was hooked on her disease Highly strung like Cupid’s bow Whose arrows hungered meat And the blinding flare of passion In the shade of narrow streets Where their poison never rationed All the tips they left in me Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine) None better Nymphetamine Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide |
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8. | Tortured Soul Asylum | 07:42 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart. Don’t despair me. Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts, after dark..." Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death’s poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I’ve prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to darker sides. A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian... Haunted by this portent, This obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below, Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance, Marble wings spread to the skies. A vale of dreams that it would seem, The daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall, As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all. Forbidden Midian, A long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin... You rival Heaven Above Heaven’s tragic wreck (Though the only Angels in repose Were those with ivy strangled necks) Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault. Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists, From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold. The searing Sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, The Tribes of Christ will not forgive - And shall not suffer their kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, Baring each a face effaced, And raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, A Vatican lying in state, For the sanctity of sin... To rival Heaven Free of Heaven’s tragic wreck (Though the only Angels that arose Were those who fell to most requests) Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists. Whilst I watched without revolt, Carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf, Bared fangs met in intercourse. A nightly rite of teeth and cunt, For those below who rose to hunt. Soar sights that preyed on Me for days, And in laudenum’s haze I painted them all... The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within Grotesques and wolves in women’s skins The raven winged and missing limb Suicides and split thighed Seraphim. And marble stairs Stargrazers dare Ascend like prayer (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares) Under full moons waxing lyrically: Death’s poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I’ve prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to other sides. A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian... I know I’ve seen Through the black backed mirrors in sanity: Lucent prides amassed in last retreat, Prurient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm’s length from Me. And just like grim ascension prophecies, My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads, Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams. When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me... ... Please come for me... Exhuming the moon, Through the bars in My room. The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, No Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! Don’t leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, And dead men from crosses, My fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian! |
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9. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 04:14 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn In the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name... again and again When the moon is full We shall assemble to adore The potent spirit of your Queen, My mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Then my mother will Teach her, in truth All things as yet unknown I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest "Pale, beyond porch and portal, Crowned with leaves, she stands, Who gathers all things mortal, With cold immortal hands, Her languid lips are sweeter, Than love’s who fears to greet her, To men that mix and meet her, From many times and lands." |
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10. | The Promise of Fever | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life’s blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards |
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11. | Thirteen Autumns and a Widow | 07:14 | Show lyrics |
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon’s eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess’ own came deformed A tragedy crept to the name Bathory Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet Her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed... Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In Her Her walk went to voodoo To see Her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards She abhored Not Her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord "I must avert mine eyes to hymns For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With Him undead for three long nights" Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to Her door Tombed Her soul with such stone For She swore the Priest sighed When She knelt down to atone... She feared the light So when She fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When Her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths ’Pon the grave of Her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation The She kissed the Devil’s phallus By Her own decree... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between Her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the Sorceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite’s lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite’s grasp To the forest’s vulva Where the witch scholared Her In even darker themes "Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again" And under lacerations of dawn She returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as She rode Through mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat ’neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally... |
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12. | Mother of Abominations | 07:35 | Show lyrics |
[chant:] "Ia, ia, Cthulhu fhtagn." [From the Cthulhu Mythos by author H.P. Lovecraft] Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heaven’s above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heaven’s above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls |
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13. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 06:37 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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15. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 06:35 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But oh, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty As We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed the cold mirrors A Queen of Snows Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when... The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me for I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch Their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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16. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too But it’s... [CHORUS] (No no no) No time for heartache (No no no) No time to run and hide (No no no) No time for breaking down (No no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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17. | Babylon A.D. | 05:40 | Show lyrics |
I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity Or pretty litanies from the Lord So the plot sickened With the coming of days Ill millennia thickened With the claret I sprayed And though they saw red I left a dirty white stain A splintered knot in the grain On Eden’s marital aid So glad for the madness So glad for the madness I walked the walls naked to the moon In Sodom and Babylon And through rich whores and corridors of the Vatican I led a sordid Borgia on I read the Urilia text So that mortals wormed As livebait for the dead And as I broke hope, I choked Another Pope with manna peel Dictating to DeSade In the dark entrails of the Bastille And as He wrote, I smote A royal blow to the heads of France And in the sheen of guillotines I saw others, fallen, dance I was an incurable Necromantic old fool A phagadaena that crawled Drooling over the past A rabid wolf in a shawl A razor’s edge to the rule That the stars overall Were never destined to last So glad for the madness I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep Turning sermons with the smell On Witchfinder fingers Where bad memories lingered Burning, as when Dante Was freed to map Hell I sired schemes and the means To catch sight of the seams And the vagaries inbetween... And midst the lips and the curls Of this cunt of a world In glimpses I would see A nymph with eyes for me Eyes of fire that set all life aflame Lights that surpassed art In sight, that no intense device of pain Could prise their secrets from my heart I knew not Her name Though her kiss was the same Without a whisper of shame As either Virtue or Sin’s And pressed to Her Curve I felt my destiny swerve From damnation reserved To a permanent grin... So glad for the madness |
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18. | Mannequin | 04:17 | Show lyrics |
Burning flesh, Dripping sweat, Using them all, like the paralyzing snake, Charmed and enchanted by the babylon whore. Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gowns That pinned Her down To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses... |
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19. | The Promise of Fever | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
In the beginning Rimmed with wind and storm A great black wrath of infinite math Spat snarling into form And there was Heaven Lit up with precious stones Each one could fall but for the rule Of Faith and love and stronger thrones And therein rose vast wonders Affections to be seen Fathered from the plundered Reflections of a dream Fogging into nightmare For him whose place was set With wayward stars that absent, marred All creation with their theft In the beginning Bewinged and ringed with dawn This favoured Avatar, enthralled Swansongs from those that thronged this shore With Gabriel and Michael He shone with fierce intent For loyalty, their joy to see Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent) For sculptured lips of seraphim Whom fate then cruelly rent (With sleight fingered strains of harmony) Each note to grim portent As grinning nimbus gathered Over spires arabesque For Him that blazed with holy praise That for a jealous God was meant Shining Feriluce Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits Basked in glory, flew To lakes in sacred altitudes Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze With curling tongues that lapped the lead As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift) Until at last, past grasping trees He paused to draught forbidden streams That whispered siren promises To drown his thirst (for sports amiss) These waters held secrets Like raped Russian dolls Wherein evil and good Tore his soul for control And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words The weight of the universe Slunk in rehearsed Horror in numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons Shining Feriluce Reflected in jaded mirror Climbing from the noose Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn scores, the silver scream Of truth and her deleted scenes Was taken up as far, it seemed As God his words eclipsed (Those waters hid visions Like butchers in war Perverting the course Of life’s blood evermore...) In the beginning Skinned well with gibbous tones Of countenance and ignorance In equal measures sewn A marbled arc of Angels Sworn to the morningstar Shared His pride and deep inside Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards |
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20. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Evanescent like the scent of decay I was fading from the race When in despair, my darkest days Ran amok and forged her face From the fairest of handmaidens to A slick perverted wraith Nymphetamine Heaving midst narcissus On a maledict blanket of stars She was all three wishes Sex, sex, sex A lover hung on her death row I was hooked on her disease Highly strung like Cupid’s bow Whose arrows hungered meat And the blinding flare of passion In the shade of narrow streets Where their poison never rationed All the tips they left in me Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide Lead to the river Midsummer, I waved A ’V’ of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to thy razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine (Nymphetamine) None better Nymphetamine Two tracks Bric-a-brac Something passed between us Like a bad crack Upward-lit I’d met another kind Of rat In fact With every Rome inside me Licked and ransacked She haunted at the corners of my mind In black Cataracts Wouldn’t whitewash away Her filthy smoke stack She burnt me like a furnace For my future suicide |
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Thornography
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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01:04:35 |
Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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01:04:35 |
Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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13. | Halloween II (Misfits Cover) | 03:38 | |
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Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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Side B | |||
4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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Side A | |||
1. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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2. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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3. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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4. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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5. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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6. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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01:04:35 |
Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (DVD) | |||
1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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14. | The Snake-Eyed and the Venomous | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
They see me there Their eyes are everywhere Sniffing at the linen for the dirt I feel their burning stare That hate will later flare And writhe upon their women full of hurt Lace magic ink with venom, critics Milked from infant teeth Though scathing blows are so arthritic When they’re set on slow repeat They know I care Smell storm clouds in the air Hissing at the bit above my heart But though I dare The dyed black route of splitting hairs I favour not to tempt the poisoned apple cart I feel two needles rising Snake eyes are hypnotising I know they seethe, despising All that we possess I feel two needles rising The truth is always blinding Their lies, unappetising Toxins to digest They breed nightmares Dark horses of despair Taking twisted courses in the art And were I there To bet my bones on grave affairs I’d have their guts for garters from the start I feel two needles rising Snake eyes are hypnotising I know they seethe, despising All that we possess I feel two needles rising The truth is always blinding Their lies, unappetising Toxins to digest It’s not without hate to crawl flat in the filth As other less basilisks fly And brothers are clasped to the breasts of a sylph As their royal loves slither to die So shedding dead skin, working true colours loose Renewing the red in their eyes They coil like sin within thinning excuse Cold-blooded to sharpen the lies Uncivil serpents, race deceivers Disfigureheads varnished with fevers Snake-house creepers in our dreams Of Eden, flee before we mean To throw the worms out with the waters Rife with hated spawn And set a sword to whirl and slaughter All vipers at the gates of dawn |
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15. | Halloween II (Misfits cover) | 03:36 | |
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16. | Courting Baphomet | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With hissing firebrands For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Kissing hearses in their land Send away the pumpkin carriage Blind mice in your head Parade themselves like sacrilegious Envoys of the dead For in this house of the dark Madonna Flesh will pleasure life For free of sin we would dishonour All that virgin sacrifice Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie Tonight the black guards came to rape And ruin those souls empathising With fleeing far away Thrown to the Tigris river curves Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising They thought they caught us Courting Baphome t Courting Baphomet Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod She walked the world When the world was made to dress In a perfect darkness A murderess in flame Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled The crack of a whip on the lips of anger Why would your holy order Not be wholly slain? Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With just verses for the damned For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Pissing curses in the sand We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie We raise our devil horns |
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17. | Stay (Shakespeare’s Sister cover) | 04:55 | |
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18. | Devil to the Metal | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine Laced with lines from the end of time From the herald and the bugler High voltage bolts the cellar door Switch thrown at midnight’s peak To start the heart of a scarlet whore Gauged infernally A poetess in night’s profane station Threading lies like silver seas A seamstress for an amputee nation Wedded to depravities Devil to the metal Diluting the authority of life with sewer brine Laced with grime from the spiral of time Wherein spins cruel order The big hand strokes the Little Horn Not thrown for charity To win the sins of the decadent, born To wage eternally Passion rides the great unholy Ipsissimus of love’s despair Her ashen grin would shine, if only Death would not sit smiling there Her beauty freezes reason Like Helen at the reins Of the rampant horse Apocalypse On the shore that it was made Devil to the metal She fucks at unknown angles Bleeds her victims to the bone And in their guts untangled Casts her runic eyes of stone She will violate the future Annihilate the past Paving way in butcher trades The red brick road through mankind’s arse Abandon reason, life the veil Darker seasons are released Storm crows gather in black masses at the pane Go to sleep beyond the pale She is set to murder peace Rome, Jerusalem and Mecca are aflame ’Under pregnant skies I come alive like Miss Leviathan Dripping with the ripples of concern All of heaven’s eyes are fixed, as only my desire can Tear them from the stars I start to burn’ |
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19. | Temptation (Video) | 04:02 | |
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20. | Tonight in Flames (Video) | 04:18 | |
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21. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:55 | |
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22. | Making of the Video For "The Foetus of a New Day Kicking" | 27:17 | |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
’Carrion my name For those who choose to mouth the curse A tragic serenade With Judas in my stride The Gothic halls of shame Where statues coldly hold no worse Than the murders I reclaim From a dark, forsaken time’ Kissing heaven, spent He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge Wishing to repent For the brute that ravaged free In slight hands beauty weeps Conquest’s deep methodical screwing Hurt repeatedly Like the world wound at his feet Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow The past at last has come A savage bite without respite Pervades the freezing air This winter chill, grist for his mill If tears of joy will blear elsewhere And church bells drown in the cracks of doom The storms above us hew As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues Deflowering two by two Hissing, malcontent He storms the skies on electric discharge Pissing in contempt On the effigies of the weak Killing all resolve The great beast simmers, his scarlet women Spit their vitriol On the terrified face of peace Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow Our past at last has come A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn Have locked to hasten blood The moon disrobes, to harden droves Of legions pouring These rivers press, his breath adorns Senates and enemy seats Whilst his power takes as ingratitude The writhing of the weak ’Wormwood my name The poisoned star that fell to earth And blistered free of shame In the pits of self-rebirth Now those caves become a garret Overseeing endless barracks As the waters turn to claret And the Vatican satins burn’ |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
When contrary winds blow across the sands Their murmurs can be easily swayed But when storms quicken one cannot placate The howling of their murderous rages Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand Beside our waiting graves As war roars about our precious land Seeking cause to subjugate Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames There is no fanaticism as virile as faith To the blind his words are clear ’Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel! Assure your place in paradise here’ Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand Beside her tiny grave I will avenge her, do or damned Her sacred mother did the same I went to see her dance one day In a play by a wailing wall Now she is gone But the song lives on Zealous and maniacal The Eastern sword must fall Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade Wooed by Dresden serenades Her soundtrack now a bombing raid Bored of vaudeville God was six days sober On the night that she was born To the glistening star of a bible class An icon now in religious porn She was Alice through the gloryhole An ejaculate misconception Disney-esque, the high priestess Of greed and deepest dark deception All best-to-bury whims For Miss Libertina Grimm She, that little red riding crop Brer Werewolf at her stocking tops Beneath the tightened leather strop Of the basque of the houndervilles At the stroke of midnight come She polished verse and hearses In a poisonous pen dipped in omen To her surgeon full of general curses In the hand of morgue redeemers Though the dead always pleased her more Squatting in their coffins Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor Tip your hats For sweet Libertina Grimm Fantasy and candy stores Snow white and the seven straws Smoke and mirrors on all fours... Libertina Grimm Her brothers grim, her sisters through The final dance will be the cue She amputates to fit the shoe Libertina Grimm Libertina Grimm Mystery kindled in a blackened room Nine candles lit to improve the gloom She sees the dark as she feels her womb Full of hidden secrets No, don’t go Don’t you leave me here So alone Libertina No, don’t you go Don’t you leave me here So alone Where the dead are free to roam |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho Or the moon without the comfort of the stars I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul Is nothing but a spilt canopic jar I proved it, improved it Drove a sonnet right through it And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips Pen-filled fingertips Which drew me, for through me Illuminati usually pissed But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me Reciting back the almanac of travesties They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto Grown wild this childe Whole harems defiled Faustina’s and Mina’s Lady Libertine and her sisters between her What spread of lies arise when lovers die Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch Crow against the virgin snow Grown colder, my shoulder Like a boulder beside her And bolder, not wiser My dark seed took up root inside her That mouldered, where older Beddings would hold a passionate sigh But laudanum and soda Lord Numb coda Merited a forest of inherited spite Fleeing grief for foreign maps I still played vampire aristocrat Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps Then shooting swans in a gondola I tripped my foot on a fallen star And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar To let you know just who you fucking are [Ville:] The patron saint of heartache You can’t see my world is falling The world is falling down The patron saint of heartache Can’t see the world is falling My world is falling down [Dani and Ville:] Ever after, can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache Never craft a better bed of disaster... The patron saint of heartache They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Whereupon I tell them To go fuck their mothers As so... On my grave |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane The poison in the font The nail in the coffin of the profane I am the lot Maniacal the fire That weaves inside my soul When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars My blood runs with the beasts Though no crescent, cross Or wandering star Shalt witness my defeat Born of jackal in the Vatican To a loathsome flock I have crept behind the drapes And a wizard there is not Just a white flag blackened by Singing weapons that have led A faith that soon dominions over Desert kingdoms of the dead I smell the fleur du malcontent The hellish stench Of Judas in the dozens Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn Tangled are the thickets That spare the virgin heart From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark Mountaineers that strive so far For a Heaven grown from reach That love herself is fabled To be missing from their peaks Save in one sole tower Where the presence of a rod Stays the sleeping beauty From the prying fingers of the mob I smell the fleur du malcontent The hellish stench Of Judas in the dozens Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn I am the thorn I am the Spear of Longinus The sword of Damocles Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus The hammer of the gods in the prophet’s teeth Saint Disgustus, President Evil Great white hopes of a shark-eyed people Lights of the world now flicker and die Impaled in the race, in the paling face Where forked tongues pricked the skies Choking on these words as I slither to their ear As lightning strikes their blinded minds I am not the hand of god... I am the thorn Territorial thieves Ever stealing thunder for religious causes I will bring you all down to your knees... And fuck you over |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame Cemetery and sundown Against the flora of nightfall We gather like the fauna of war To curse Aurora so spiteful With her stake in the coming of dawn To conjure forth the past Those heady nights of pain resplendent In the service of the Goddess of Death When her sheets ran royalty-red Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk’s embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide Too long have we skulked like drifters In the cities of the neon sun Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters Mona Lisas where the paint has run I miss our glorious past Our nightly flights on fear dependent Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine When the song bird broke her neck Wolves howl their fogbound serenades Churches arch their backs with balustrades Praise be to the shedding of masquerades When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid Of the covenant made... Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat There is murder in the thirst Rich red vascular tapestries Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep In dreams where themes of bestiality Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep Sermons hang a black gown Over cemetery and sundown Now the clock is harrying midnight And the ghosts of yet-to-come Will she show rewrites of dark delight Or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit As I threw her to it bled We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk’s embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina My disease But it is She who has infected me For all eternity... As the sun slips the tearaway stars Into the scented scheme of night I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose Set upon a marbled dream of white So pure of thought like a Vestal statue Jewelled with a God-lent grace I was close to coming when She bid adieu Fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there Oh Mina, obscener Thoughts obsess my days Oh Mina, obscener Thoughts possess me That I must now obey They say the darkest hour Is that before the dawn When nothing in one’s power Can dissipate the great forlorn Shadows of fire that haunt me Like risen whispers of her name For dawn is a dusk Wherein needs must Erupt from the grave, aflame Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leaves of sin Stepping through a mirror The princess of the emerald glass Brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past... They say Hell hath no furies Like a woman scorned by life When the Heavenly Judge and juries Participate to chain this wife With forced virtues, Her secret needs Drew on my foreign blood On warm wet nights, with storm-wracked bites I gave her Eden after the flood Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leaves of sin Verona, Marishka, Aleera Brides of old and goddesses all Forgive my wishes to be always near her Forever or whenever seas recall This Aphrodite from my embrace For as Mars (whom her lips placate) I tore these shores with wars of hatred Before our Paris set his fate In Helen, one might find mistake In winning tragedy For all eternity... I am still lovesick for Mina I am still so lovesick for her |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international The writing on the wall A Lazarus in parable A dark and sullen lullaby Whispered softly as you die Promising torments are nigh Danger warning levels hissed out loud I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking... The foetus of a new day kicking It’s true that Jesus cannot save I’m rising from the grave To put my double cross to shame A poison rush, a heart attack A white assassin painted black You’ll fear this reaper coming back Danger warning levels hissed out loud I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking... On a night like this You laid the serpent’s kiss In this garden of Gethsemane You played the traitor well... In a dawn to come I will blind the sun To grant you pardon as my enemy Before damning you to hell... |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon Like a shadow I flew Through the rain that fell sick with lament To this house of incest For when we undressed Blasphemies against Venus were rent Though her sister removed Her white body approved The barade of my heavenly quests Yet, all tongues are not true Some are forked or askew Like an uncivil serpent’s at best For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan To horned fairy groves And hot virgin coves Where in the promiscuous swam I elected lovers and rejected others Mathistrises that don’t give a damn But for those that still do My deep interest grew The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick And bonfires alit And shooting stars portents of rips I ascended to spur A mere glimpse or murmur From her precious celestial lips Be it sun to your moon ’Be it moon to your sun’ Together we promised to come With a turn of the screw And a slip of the tongue We eclipsed one another undone Through the mist, through the woods With the night-wraiths I’ve stood Atop murderous peaks calling you On storm-lashed beachheads Where the fishermen dread The things your bewitchments accrue Those deep creatures bring Her cut diamond rings A girl with a pearl necklace her Advancing in fevers Tsunamis and myrrh Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? She lights the skies Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean To spite her thighs That Lucifer snuck inside And with his pride Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen So paradise Could shine from out her skirts ’I adorn myself at dusk With ornaments to close the noose A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell My body glows with lust Anaemic as the flag of truce I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell’ With every twist I cannot resist her Fertile female mind control This wanton witch, white-rapids sister To whom I pour my wine and soul From a copse of black yews Where the moon was drawn through Like a sword through a Gordian knot She descended to me Claiming swift victory Over the heart I had near-soon forgot With every kiss this huntress whispered; ’Yield to my sweet embrace One night of bliss’. I could not dismiss her Once her beauty shot me a darker face You mesmerise my soul Diana You mesmerise my soul |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer I’ve tried to understand That certain feeling Carved by another’s hand But it’s too late to hesitate We can’t keep on living like this Leave no track Don’t look back (chorus) All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation Adorable creatures Temptation With unacceptable features Temptation Trouble is coming Temptation It’s just the high cost of loving Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you’d better believe it You’ve got to make me an offer That cannot be ignored So let’s head for home now Everything I have is yours Step by step and day by day Every second counts I can’t break away Leave no trace Hide your face All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you’d better believe it Step by step Day by day Every second counts I can’t break away Keep us from temptation (x3) Lead us not in temptation All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation Adorable creatures Temptation With unacceptable features Temptation Trouble is coming Temptation It’s just the high cost of loving Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you’d better believe it You’ve got to make me an offer That cannot be ignored So let’s head for home now Everything I have is yours Step by step and day by day Every second counts I can’t break away Leave no trace Hide your face Trying to find it Temptation You’ve got to get up behind it Put your dime in the hot slot Temptation But it’s a million to one shot Temptation you think that you’re right Temptation Your gonna face it tonite now Temptation Give me a breakdown Because it’s time for a shakedown Temptation (x10) Trying to find it get up behind it dime in the hot slot million to one shot think that you’re right Your gonna face it tonite now Give me a breakdown it’s time for a shakedown |
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Thornography
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani "Harlot Church" Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars, Songwriting (track 10) |
Charles "Molester" Hedger | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass, Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Adrian Erlandsson | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Christopher Jon | Keyboards (additional) (tracks 1-12, 14) |
Tony Könberg | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Laela Adamson | Vocals (choirs) |
Keith Halliday | Vocals (choirs) |
Laura Reid | Cello |
Hanna Tornqvist | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Charlie Jenkis | Vocals (choirs) |
Ville Valo | Vocals (clean) (track 5) |
Linnea Kibe | Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Moira Johnston | Vocals (choirs) |
Dirty Harry | Vocals (track 12) |
Chris Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Ruth Nixon | Vocals (choirs) |
Veronica Rehn | Vocals (track 1) |
Tommy Rehn | Orchestrations, Vocals (backing) (track 1) |
Chris Mitchell | Vocals (choirs) |
Rachel Line | Vocals (choirs) |
Rob Caggiano | Drums (track 17), Vocals (backing) (track 15) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing), Vocals (lead) (track 17) |
William Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Walkyier | Vocals (backing) (track 14) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (tracks 3, 10) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards (tracks 1-12, 16, 18) |
Sophie Allen | Vocals (choirs) |
Aric Prentice | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Rob Caggiano | Producer |
Andy Sneap | Mixing |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Daniel Presley | Mixing (orchestra) |
Samuel Araya | Artwork |
Monica Valdovinos | Caligraphy |
Kevin Candela | Design |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography |
Dan Malloy | Editing |
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1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
"Carrion my name for those who choose to mouth the curse. A tragic serenade with Judas in my stride. The Gothic halls of shame where statues coldly hold no worse than the murders I reclaim from a dark forsaken time." Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge, wishing to repent for the brute that ravaged free. In slight hands beauty weeps, conquest’s deep methodical screwing hurt repeatedly like the world wound at his feet. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A savage bite without respite pervades the freezing air, this winter chill grist for his mill if tears of joy will blear elsewhere. And church bells drown in the cracks of doom, the storms above us hew as lightning runs like bifurcate tongues deflowering two by two. Hissing malcontent he storms the skies on electric discharge, pissing in contempt on the effigies of the weak. Killing all resolve, the great beast simmers his scarlet women. Spit their vitriol on the terrified face of peace. Dirge inferno! Dirge inferno! As it is written, damn it, so let it be wrung! From throats of those in overthrow the past at last has come. A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn have locked to hasten blood. The moon disrobes to harden droves of legions pouring. These rivers press, his breath adorns senates and enemy seats whilst his power takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak. The writhing of the weak! "Wormwood my name! The poisoned star that fell to Earth, and blistered free of shame in the pits of self-rebirth. Now those caves become a garret, overseeing endless barracks as the waters turn to claret, and the Vatican satins burn." |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
"I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life. He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son." When contrary winds blow across the sands their murmurs can be easily swayed, but when storms quicken one cannot placate the howling of their murderous rages. Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! There is no fanaticism as virile as faith, to the blind his words are clear: "Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel, assure your place in paradise here." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside her tiny grave. I will avenge her, do or damned, her sacred mother did the same. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! I went to see her dance one day in a play by a wailing wall. Now she is gone but the song lives on zealous and maniacal. The eastern sword must fall! "The cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars, their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur." Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling hand beside our waiting graves, as war roars about our precious land seeking cause to subjugate. Tonight in flames! Tonight the world will fear our names. Tonight in flames, stay my feeble heart. Our deaths will be the start of something glorious and vain! Tonight in flames! |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade wooed by Dresden serenades, her soundtrack now a bombing raid bored of Vaudeville. God was six days sober on the night that she was born to the glistening star of a bible class, an icon now in religious porn. She was Alice through the glory hole, an ejaculate misconception. Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed and deepest dark deception. All best to bury whims for Miss Libertina Grimm. Libertina Grimm! She, that little red riding crop brer werewolf at her stocking tops, beneath the tightened leather strop of the basque of the Houndervilles. At the stroke of midnight come she polished verse and hearses, in a poisonous pen dipped in omen to her surgeon full of general curses. In the hand of morgue redeemers though the dead always pleased her more, squatting in their coffins flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor. Tip your hats for sweet Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Libertina Grimm! Mystery kindled in a blackened room, nine candles lit to improve the gloom. She sees the dark as she feels the womb full of hidden secrets. They haunt her heart, those precious few, those Count Lestats and Betty Blues. Those tortured souls just like me and you full of hidden secrets. Tip your hats, for sweet Libertina Grimm. Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! Fantasy and candy stores, Snow White and the seven straws, smoke and mirrors on all fours. Libertina Grimm! Her brothers grim her sisters through, the final dance will be the cue, she amputates to fit the shoe. Libertina Grimm! No, don’t go! Don’t you leave me here so alone, Libertina! No, don’t you go! Don’t you leave me here so alone where the dead are free to roam. |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho, or the moon without the comfort of the stars. I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul is nothing but a spilt canopic jar. I proved it, improved it, drove a sonnet right through it. And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips pen-filled fingertips. Which drew me for through me, Illuminati usually pissed. But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list. Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me, reciting back the almanac of travesties. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. Grown wild this childe, whole harems defiled. Faustina’s and Mina’s, Lady Libertine and her sisters between her. What spread of lies arise when lovers die, which circle of Hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, crow against the virgin snow. Grown colder, my shoulder like a boulder beside her. And bolder not wiser, my dark seed took up root inside her. That mouldered, where older, beddings would hold a passionate sigh. But laudanum and soda, Lord Numb Coda merited a forest of inherited spite. Fleeing grief for foreign maps, I still played vampire aristocrat, unloading my gun in hot promiscuous laps. Then shooting swans in a gondola, I tripped my foot on a fallen star and there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar to let you know just who you fucking are! The patron saint of heartache! You can’t see my world is falling, the world is falling down. The patron saint of heartache! Can’t see the world is falling, my world is falling down. Ever after can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache! Never craft a better bed of disaster! The patron saint of heartache! They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad taught in all debauch, in excess and in canto. They call me bad, mad Caliban with manners dangerous to know. A passing fad Where upon I tell them to go fuck their mothers. As so on my grave! |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane, the poison in the font. The nail in the coffin of the profane, I am the lot! Maniacal the fire that weaves inside my soul when dripping tongues of hate envenomed roll. Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars my blood runs with the beasts though no crescent cross or wandering star shalt witness my defeat. Born of jackal in the Vatican to a loathsome flock, I have crept behind the drapes and a wizard there is not. Just a white flag blackened by singing weapons that have led a faith that soon dominions over desert kingdoms of the dead. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! Tangled are the thickets that spare the virgin heart from the waking grasp of rapists in the dark. Mountaineers that strive so far for a Heaven grown from reach, that love herself is fabled to be missing from their peaks. Save in one sole tower where the presence of a rod stays the sleeping beauty from the prying fingers of the mob. I smell the fleur du malcontent, the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens. Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! I am the spear of Longinus, the sword of Damocles. Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus, the hammer of the Gods in the prophet’s teeth. I am the thorn! Saint Disgustus, President Evil, great white hopes of a shark-eyed people, lights of the world now flicker and die. Impaled in the race, in the paling face where forked tongues pricked the skies. Choking on these words as I slither to their ear as lightning strikes their blinded minds. I am the thorn! I am not the hand of God... Territorial thieves ever stealing thunder for religious causes, I will bring you all down to your knees and fuck you over! Bouquets for greed and twisted law, handmaidens of a holy war. Bring on a thousand roses more, I am the thorn! |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. Cemetery and sundown! Against the flora of nightfall we gather like the fauna of war to curse Aurora so spiteful with her stake in the coming of dawn. To conjure forth the past, those heady nights of pain resplendent in the service of the Goddess of Death when her sheets ran royalty-red. Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes, shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent. Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. When waking worlds collide! Cemetery and sundown! Too long have we skulked like drifters in the cities of the neon sun. Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters, Mona Lisas where the paint has run. I miss our glorious past, our nightly flights on fear dependent. Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine when the song bird broke her neck. Wolves howl their fogbound serenades, churches arch their backs with balustrades. Praise be to the shedding of masquerades when we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid of the covenant made. Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat, there is murder in the thirst. Rich red vascular tapestries hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep in dreams where themes of bestiality are a blessing on their Sunday sheep. Sermons hang a black gown over cemetery and sundown. Now the clock is harrying midnight, and the ghosts of yet-to-come. Will she show rewrites of dark delight, or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace cut diamonds at a porcelain neck. When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit as I threw her to it bled. We rise with the sun in the underworld, we suffer from a graveless name. We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled over teeth that have tasted shame. We walk this Eden a secret, faces hidden under leonine pride. In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it when blood and lust and waking worlds collide. |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina my disease, but it is she who has infected me for all eternity. As the sun slips the tearaway stars into the scented scheme of night, I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose set upon a marbled dream of white. So pure of thought like a Vestal statue jewelled with a God-lent grace. I was close to coming when she bid adieu, fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts obsess my days. Oh Mina, obscener! Thoughts possess me, that I must now obey! They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn, when nothing in one’s power can dissipate the great forlorn. Shadows of fire that haunt me like risen whispers of her name, for dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave aflame. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Stepping through a mirror, the princess of the emerald glass brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past. They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life, when the heavenly judge and juries participate to chain this wife. With forced virtues her secret needs drew on my foreign blood. On warm wet nights with storm-wracked bites, I gave her Eden after the flood. Written in the dead of night, and riding on the burning wind. Smitten by her read delight, my words alight like leaves of sin. Verona, Marishka, Aleera, brides of old and Goddesses all, forgive my wishes to be always near her forever or whenever seas recall. This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate, I tore these shores with wars of hatred. Before our Paris set his fate in Helen, one might find mistake in winning tragedy for all eternity. I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her, I am still lovesick for Mina, I am still so lovesick for her. |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international, the writing on the wall. A Lazarus in parable! A dark and sullen lullaby whispered softly as you die, promising torments are nigh! Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! It’s true that Jesus cannot save, I’m rising from the grave to put my double cross to shame. A poison rush, a heart attack, a white assassin painted black, you’ll fear this reaper coming back. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. On a night like this you laid the serpent’s kiss in this garden of Gethsemane, you played the traitor well. In a dawn to come I will blind the sun to grant you pardon as my enemy, before damning you to Hell. Danger warning levels hissed out loud, I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud. Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero. If yesterday you would have stood up proud then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking. The foetus of a new day kicking! |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew through the rain that fell sick with lament to this house of incest, for when we undressed, blasphemies against Venus were rent. Though her sister removed, her white body approved the barade of my heavenly quests. Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew like an uncivil serpent’s at best. For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason, hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan. To horned fairy groves and hot virgin coves where in the promiscuous swam. I elected lovers and rejected others, Mathistrises that don’t give a damn. But for those that still do my deep interest grew. The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit, and shooting stars portents of rips. I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur from her precious celestial lips. "Be it sun to your moon, be it moon to your sun. Together we promised to come. With a turn of the screw, and a slip of the tongue we eclipsed one another undone." Through the mist, through the woods, with the night-wraiths I’ve stood atop murderous peaks calling you. On storm-lashed beachheads where the fishermen dread the things your bewitchments accrue. Those deep creatures bring her cut diamond rings, a girl with a pearl necklace her. Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh. Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? Or will she purr, or will she purr? She lights the skies! Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean to spite her thighs that Lucifer snuck inside. And with his pride enclaves were upgraded to Goshen, so paradise could shine from out her skirts. "I adorn myself at dusk with ornaments to close the noose. A kiss as red as blood and cold as Hell. My body glows with lust, anaemic as the flag of truce. I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell." With every twist I cannot resist her fertile female mind control. This wanton witch, white-rapids sister to whom I pour my wine and soul. And here we go again! From a copse of black yews where the moon was drawn through like a sword through a Gordian knot. She descended to me, claiming swift victory over the heart I had near-soon forgot. With every kiss this huntress whispered: "Yield to my sweet embrace, one night of bliss." I could not dismiss her, once her beauty shot me a darker face. You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! You mesmerise my soul, Diana. You mesmerise my soul! |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer, I’ve tried to understand that certain feeling carved by another’s hand. But it’s too late to hesitate, we can’t keep on living like this. Leave no track, don’t look back! Temptation... All I desire keep climbing higher and higher, adorable creatures with unacceptable features. Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving, you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! You’ve got to make me an offer that cannot be ignored. So let’s head for home now, everything I have is yours. Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Leave no trace, hide your face! All I desire keep climbing higher and higher. You can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it! Step by step and day by day, every second counts I can’t break away. Keep us from temptation... Lead us not into temptation. Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it, put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot. You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now, give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown! Temptation... |
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14. | The Snake-Eyed and the Venomous | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
They see me there Their eyes are everywhere Sniffing at the linen for the dirt I feel their burning stare That hate will later flare And writhe upon their women full of hurt Lace magic ink with venom, critics Milked from infant teeth Though scathing blows are so arthritic When they’re set on slow repeat They know I care Smell storm clouds in the air Hissing at the bit above my heart But though I dare The dyed black route of splitting hairs I favour not to tempt the poisoned apple cart I feel two needles rising Snake eyes are hypnotising I know they seethe, despising All that we possess I feel two needles rising The truth is always blinding Their lies, unappetising Toxins to digest They breed nightmares Dark horses of despair Taking twisted courses in the art And were I there To bet my bones on grave affairs I’d have their guts for garters from the start I feel two needles rising Snake eyes are hypnotising I know they seethe, despising All that we possess I feel two needles rising The truth is always blinding Their lies, unappetising Toxins to digest It’s not without hate to crawl flat in the filth As other less basilisks fly And brothers are clasped to the breasts of a sylph As their royal loves slither to die So shedding dead skin, working true colours loose Renewing the red in their eyes They coil like sin within thinning excuse Cold-blooded to sharpen the lies Uncivil serpents, race deceivers Disfigureheads varnished with fevers Snake-house creepers in our dreams Of Eden, flee before we mean To throw the worms out with the waters Rife with hated spawn And set a sword to whirl and slaughter All vipers at the gates of dawn |
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15. | Halloween II (Misfits cover) | 03:36 | Show lyrics |
Eins Zwei Drei Vier Formulae ueteres exorsismorum et excommunicationum Strigas et fictos lupinam credere Metamorphosis lycanthropy Possunt inquam Daemon pellem lupinam Quodam cauae Arboris occultandum Occultandum Halloween Halloween Halloween Go, Halloween Metamorphosis lycanthropy Possunt inquam Metamorphosis lycanthropy Possunt inquam |
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16. | Courting Baphomet | 05:20 | Show lyrics |
Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With hissing firebrands For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Kissing hearses in their land Send away the pumpkin carriage Blind mice in your head Parade themselves like sacrilegious Envoys of the dead For in this house of the dark Madonna Flesh will pleasure life For free of sin we would dishonour All that virgin sacrifice Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie Tonight the black guards came to rape And ruin those souls empathising With fleeing far away Thrown to the Tigris river curves Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising They thought they caught us Courting Baphome t Courting Baphomet Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod She walked the world When the world was made to dress In a perfect darkness A murderess in flame Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled The crack of a whip on the lips of anger Why would your holy order Not be wholly slain? Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With just verses for the damned For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Pissing curses in the sand We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie We raise our devil horns |
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17. | Stay (Shakespeare’s Sister cover) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
If this world is wearing thin And you’re thinking of escape I’ll go anywhere with you Just wrap me up in chains But if you try to go alone Don’t think i’ll understand Stay with me, stay with me In the silence of your room In the darkness of your dreams You must only think of me There can be no in between When your pride is on the floor I’ll make you beg for more You’d better hope and pray That you’ll make it safe Back to your own world You’d better hope and pray That you’ll wake one day In your own world Cos when you sleep at night They dont hear you cries in your own world Only time will tell if you can break the spell Back in your own world |
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18. | Devil to the Metal | 06:20 | Show lyrics |
Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine Laced with lines from the end of time From the herald and the bugler High voltage bolts the cellar door Switch thrown at midnight’s peak To start the heart of a scarlet whore Gauged infernally A poetess in night’s profane station Threading lies like silver seas A seamstress for an amputee nation Wedded to depravities Devil to the metal Diluting the authority of life with sewer brine Laced with grime from the spiral of time Wherein spins cruel order The big hand strokes the Little Horn Not thrown for charity To win the sins of the decadent, born To wage eternally Passion rides the great unholy Ipsissimus of love’s despair Her ashen grin would shine, if only Death would not sit smiling there Her beauty freezes reason Like Helen at the reins Of the rampant horse Apocalypse On the shore that it was made Devil to the metal She fucks at unknown angles Bleeds her victims to the bone And in their guts untangled Casts her runic eyes of stone She will violate the future Annihilate the past Paving way in butcher trades The red brick road through mankind’s arse Abandon reason, life the veil Darker seasons are released Storm crows gather in black masses at the pane Go to sleep beyond the pale She is set to murder peace Rome, Jerusalem and Mecca are aflame ’Under pregnant skies I come alive like Miss Leviathan Dripping with the ripples of concern All of heaven’s eyes are fixed, as only my desire can Tear them from the stars I start to burn’ |
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19. | Temptation (Video) | 04:02 | |
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20. | Tonight in Flames (Video) | 04:18 | |
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21. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:55 | |
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22. | Making of the Video For "The Foetus of a New Day Kicking" | 27:17 | |
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Disc 2 (CD) | |||
1. | Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Leviathan | 01:40 | instrumental |
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2. | Dirge Inferno | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
’Carrion my name For those who choose to mouth the curse A tragic serenade With Judas in my stride The Gothic halls of shame Where statues coldly hold no worse Than the murders I reclaim From a dark, forsaken time’ Kissing heaven, spent He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge Wishing to repent For the brute that ravaged free In slight hands beauty weeps Conquest’s deep methodical screwing Hurt repeatedly Like the world wound at his feet Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow The past at last has come A savage bite without respite Pervades the freezing air This winter chill, grist for his mill If tears of joy will blear elsewhere And church bells drown in the cracks of doom The storms above us hew As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues Deflowering two by two Hissing, malcontent He storms the skies on electric discharge Pissing in contempt On the effigies of the weak Killing all resolve The great beast simmers, his scarlet women Spit their vitriol On the terrified face of peace Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow Our past at last has come A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn Have locked to hasten blood The moon disrobes, to harden droves Of legions pouring These rivers press, his breath adorns Senates and enemy seats Whilst his power takes as ingratitude The writhing of the weak ’Wormwood my name The poisoned star that fell to earth And blistered free of shame In the pits of self-rebirth Now those caves become a garret Overseeing endless barracks As the waters turn to claret And the Vatican satins burn’ |
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3. | Tonight in Flames | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
When contrary winds blow across the sands Their murmurs can be easily swayed But when storms quicken one cannot placate The howling of their murderous rages Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand Beside our waiting graves As war roars about our precious land Seeking cause to subjugate Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames There is no fanaticism as virile as faith To the blind his words are clear ’Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel! Assure your place in paradise here’ Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand Beside her tiny grave I will avenge her, do or damned Her sacred mother did the same I went to see her dance one day In a play by a wailing wall Now she is gone But the song lives on Zealous and maniacal The Eastern sword must fall Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames |
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4. | Libertina Grimm | 05:51 | Show lyrics |
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade Wooed by Dresden serenades Her soundtrack now a bombing raid Bored of vaudeville God was six days sober On the night that she was born To the glistening star of a bible class An icon now in religious porn She was Alice through the gloryhole An ejaculate misconception Disney-esque, the high priestess Of greed and deepest dark deception All best-to-bury whims For Miss Libertina Grimm She, that little red riding crop Brer Werewolf at her stocking tops Beneath the tightened leather strop Of the basque of the houndervilles At the stroke of midnight come She polished verse and hearses In a poisonous pen dipped in omen To her surgeon full of general curses In the hand of morgue redeemers Though the dead always pleased her more Squatting in their coffins Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor Tip your hats For sweet Libertina Grimm Fantasy and candy stores Snow white and the seven straws Smoke and mirrors on all fours... Libertina Grimm Her brothers grim, her sisters through The final dance will be the cue She amputates to fit the shoe Libertina Grimm Libertina Grimm Mystery kindled in a blackened room Nine candles lit to improve the gloom She sees the dark as she feels her womb Full of hidden secrets No, don’t go Don’t you leave me here So alone Libertina No, don’t you go Don’t you leave me here So alone Where the dead are free to roam |
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5. | The Byronic Man | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho Or the moon without the comfort of the stars I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul Is nothing but a spilt canopic jar I proved it, improved it Drove a sonnet right through it And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips Pen-filled fingertips Which drew me, for through me Illuminati usually pissed But with words of some hurt worth I threw a party that extended God’s list Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me Reciting back the almanac of travesties They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto Grown wild this childe Whole harems defiled Faustina’s and Mina’s Lady Libertine and her sisters between her What spread of lies arise when lovers die Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch Crow against the virgin snow Grown colder, my shoulder Like a boulder beside her And bolder, not wiser My dark seed took up root inside her That mouldered, where older Beddings would hold a passionate sigh But laudanum and soda Lord Numb coda Merited a forest of inherited spite Fleeing grief for foreign maps I still played vampire aristocrat Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps Then shooting swans in a gondola I tripped my foot on a fallen star And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar To let you know just who you fucking are [Ville:] The patron saint of heartache You can’t see my world is falling The world is falling down The patron saint of heartache Can’t see the world is falling My world is falling down [Dani and Ville:] Ever after, can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache Never craft a better bed of disaster... The patron saint of heartache They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Whereupon I tell them To go fuck their mothers As so... On my grave |
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6. | I Am the Thorn | 07:06 | Show lyrics |
The needle in the eye of the hurricane The poison in the font The nail in the coffin of the profane I am the lot Maniacal the fire That weaves inside my soul When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars My blood runs with the beasts Though no crescent, cross Or wandering star Shalt witness my defeat Born of jackal in the Vatican To a loathsome flock I have crept behind the drapes And a wizard there is not Just a white flag blackened by Singing weapons that have led A faith that soon dominions over Desert kingdoms of the dead I smell the fleur du malcontent The hellish stench Of Judas in the dozens Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn Tangled are the thickets That spare the virgin heart From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark Mountaineers that strive so far For a Heaven grown from reach That love herself is fabled To be missing from their peaks Save in one sole tower Where the presence of a rod Stays the sleeping beauty From the prying fingers of the mob I smell the fleur du malcontent The hellish stench Of Judas in the dozens Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn I am the thorn I am the Spear of Longinus The sword of Damocles Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus The hammer of the gods in the prophet’s teeth Saint Disgustus, President Evil Great white hopes of a shark-eyed people Lights of the world now flicker and die Impaled in the race, in the paling face Where forked tongues pricked the skies Choking on these words as I slither to their ear As lightning strikes their blinded minds I am not the hand of god... I am the thorn Territorial thieves Ever stealing thunder for religious causes I will bring you all down to your knees... And fuck you over |
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7. | Cemetery and Sundown | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame Cemetery and sundown Against the flora of nightfall We gather like the fauna of war To curse Aurora so spiteful With her stake in the coming of dawn To conjure forth the past Those heady nights of pain resplendent In the service of the Goddess of Death When her sheets ran royalty-red Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk’s embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide Too long have we skulked like drifters In the cities of the neon sun Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters Mona Lisas where the paint has run I miss our glorious past Our nightly flights on fear dependent Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine When the song bird broke her neck Wolves howl their fogbound serenades Churches arch their backs with balustrades Praise be to the shedding of masquerades When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid Of the covenant made... Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat There is murder in the thirst Rich red vascular tapestries Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep In dreams where themes of bestiality Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep Sermons hang a black gown Over cemetery and sundown Now the clock is harrying midnight And the ghosts of yet-to-come Will she show rewrites of dark delight Or the sewers we’ve overrun? I see a winter palace Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit As I threw her to it bled We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk’s embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide |
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8. | Lovesick for Mina | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
One might see in Mina My disease But it is She who has infected me For all eternity... As the sun slips the tearaway stars Into the scented scheme of night I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose Set upon a marbled dream of white So pure of thought like a Vestal statue Jewelled with a God-lent grace I was close to coming when She bid adieu Fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there Oh Mina, obscener Thoughts obsess my days Oh Mina, obscener Thoughts possess me That I must now obey They say the darkest hour Is that before the dawn When nothing in one’s power Can dissipate the great forlorn Shadows of fire that haunt me Like risen whispers of her name For dawn is a dusk Wherein needs must Erupt from the grave, aflame Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leaves of sin Stepping through a mirror The princess of the emerald glass Brought me one step nearer Love’s infernal past... They say Hell hath no furies Like a woman scorned by life When the Heavenly Judge and juries Participate to chain this wife With forced virtues, Her secret needs Drew on my foreign blood On warm wet nights, with storm-wracked bites I gave her Eden after the flood Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leaves of sin Verona, Marishka, Aleera Brides of old and goddesses all Forgive my wishes to be always near her Forever or whenever seas recall This Aphrodite from my embrace For as Mars (whom her lips placate) I tore these shores with wars of hatred Before our Paris set his fate In Helen, one might find mistake In winning tragedy For all eternity... I am still lovesick for Mina I am still so lovesick for her |
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9. | The Foetus of a New Day Kicking | 03:43 | Show lyrics |
I’m chaos international The writing on the wall A Lazarus in parable A dark and sullen lullaby Whispered softly as you die Promising torments are nigh Danger warning levels hissed out loud I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking... The foetus of a new day kicking It’s true that Jesus cannot save I’m rising from the grave To put my double cross to shame A poison rush, a heart attack A white assassin painted black You’ll fear this reaper coming back Danger warning levels hissed out loud I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I’m reeling from the shock at ground zero If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I’ll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking... On a night like this You laid the serpent’s kiss In this garden of Gethsemane You played the traitor well... In a dawn to come I will blind the sun To grant you pardon as my enemy Before damning you to hell... |
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10. | Rise of the Pentagram | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
One dark afternoon Like a shadow I flew Through the rain that fell sick with lament To this house of incest For when we undressed Blasphemies against Venus were rent Though her sister removed Her white body approved The barade of my heavenly quests Yet, all tongues are not true Some are forked or askew Like an uncivil serpent’s at best For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan To horned fairy groves And hot virgin coves Where in the promiscuous swam I elected lovers and rejected others Mathistrises that don’t give a damn But for those that still do My deep interest grew The rise of the true pentagram! |
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11. | Under Huntress Moon | 06:58 | Show lyrics |
With the snow fallen thick And bonfires alit And shooting stars portents of rips I ascended to spur A mere glimpse or murmur From her precious celestial lips Be it sun to your moon ’Be it moon to your sun’ Together we promised to come With a turn of the screw And a slip of the tongue We eclipsed one another undone Through the mist, through the woods With the night-wraiths I’ve stood Atop murderous peaks calling you On storm-lashed beachheads Where the fishermen dread The things your bewitchments accrue Those deep creatures bring Her cut diamond rings A girl with a pearl necklace her Advancing in fevers Tsunamis and myrrh Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? She lights the skies Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean To spite her thighs That Lucifer snuck inside And with his pride Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen So paradise Could shine from out her skirts ’I adorn myself at dusk With ornaments to close the noose A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell My body glows with lust Anaemic as the flag of truce I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell’ With every twist I cannot resist her Fertile female mind control This wanton witch, white-rapids sister To whom I pour my wine and soul From a copse of black yews Where the moon was drawn through Like a sword through a Gordian knot She descended to me Claiming swift victory Over the heart I had near-soon forgot With every kiss this huntress whispered; ’Yield to my sweet embrace One night of bliss’. I could not dismiss her Once her beauty shot me a darker face You mesmerise my soul Diana You mesmerise my soul |
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12. | Temptation (Heaven 17 cover) | 03:47 | Show lyrics |
I’ve never been closer I’ve tried to understand That certain feeling Carved by another’s hand But it’s too late to hesitate We can’t keep on living like this Leave no track Don’t look back (chorus) All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation Adorable creatures Temptation With unacceptable features Temptation Trouble is coming Temptation It’s just the high cost of loving Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you’d better believe it You’ve got to make me an offer That cannot be ignored So let’s head for home now Everything I have is yours Step by step and day by day Every second counts I can’t break away Leave no trace Hide your face All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you’d better believe it Step by step Day by day Every second counts I can’t break away Keep us from temptation (x3) Lead us not in temptation All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation Adorable creatures Temptation With unacceptable features Temptation Trouble is coming Temptation It’s just the high cost of loving Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you’d better believe it You’ve got to make me an offer That cannot be ignored So let’s head for home now Everything I have is yours Step by step and day by day Every second counts I can’t break away Leave no trace Hide your face Trying to find it Temptation You’ve got to get up behind it Put your dime in the hot slot Temptation But it’s a million to one shot Temptation you think that you’re right Temptation Your gonna face it tonite now Temptation Give me a breakdown Because it’s time for a shakedown Temptation (x10) Trying to find it get up behind it dime in the hot slot million to one shot think that you’re right Your gonna face it tonite now Give me a breakdown it’s time for a shakedown |
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Eleven Burial Masses
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Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:37 | instrumental |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Eleven Burial Masses
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Eleven Burial Masses
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Eleven Burial Masses
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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Disc 1 | |||
1. | Intro - The Ceremony Opens | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Interlude - Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:37 | instrumental |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Eleven Burial Masses
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:37 | instrumental |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Eleven Burial Masses
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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4. | Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess | 05:37 | instrumental |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Eleven Burial Masses
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Lord Abotion | ||
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2. | Ebony Dresses for Sunset | ||
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | ||
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4. | Cthulhu Dawn | ||
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | ||
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | ||
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | ||
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | ||
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | ||
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | ||
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | ||
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Eleven Burial Masses
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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9. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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10. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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11. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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12. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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13. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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1. | Born in a Burial Gown (The Polished Coffin Mix) | 05:18 | Show lyrics |
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest’s bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes revealed, as Brocken’s peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight For seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the comfines Of the panther’s den She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they’re running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator’s guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Bless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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2. | No Time to Cry (The Sisters of Mercy cover) | 04:20 | Show lyrics |
It’s just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it’s... [CHORUS] (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you’ve Got to shake the hand that feeds you It’s just like Adam says It’s not so hard to understand It’s just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It’s just like always here again it’s... [CHORUS] Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can’t sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep [repeat] No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry [CHORUS] |
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3. | Funeral in Carpathia (Soundcheck Recording) | 08:22 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil |
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5. | Scorched Earth Erotica (Original Demo Version) | 04:57 | Show lyrics |
Sunset, expect This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Lightening freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God’s failure Once the forests spired Nurtured in Nature’heart Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...) Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scroched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows ? Foot in mounth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisoned ground... |
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6. | Nocturnal Supremacy (Soundcheck Recording) | 06:03 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took Her away She sleeps beyond the grace of god A dreaming beauty If wishes could only fray that bond The dead would sing for me... Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice A poet’s serenade Her name a whisper ’pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came Fear me not my grieving King Funereal in breath The secrets of the dark I know And thus, we shall cheat Death" My promises wrought though despondence that night Have delivered me gifts from the grave Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life Never a Devil so vain The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost And no heaven would silence the pain Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost Desire for warm blood again Princess lay down thy florid cheek In drunken splendour Tonight rare regal fate has cast The wolves among the sheep Dark nature clasp my soul Around Her throat mine arms enfold To sleep, perchance to dream And then... To dusk and flesh ascend The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous Eternity Damnation Salvation Stigmata plague The wine of Bacchus flows Listen to the thunder rage Deceivers dragged before their cross I am He that vanquished Death And bore the sting of loss What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns And sweet Rorasa laughs I am enamoured and imparadised To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes "I will crush them all If this holds thy delight" Rather dead forever than to lose her Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
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7. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Under Martian Rule Mix) | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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8. | The Fire Still Burns (Twisted Sister cover) | 04:08 | Show lyrics |
You thought it was gone But the fire goes on And i thought you knew me I told you before ’Til I settle the score That I’ll never run free I have enough pain and anger in my brain To last many lifetimes Yet still it grows, and the more that it shows I won’t have peace of mind The fire, the fire still burns I have a dream And as strange as it seems There’s no embers glowing The fire’s gone out and there’s no need to shout ’Cause no anger’s showing But it’s not true, nothing I ever do Seems to ease my fury Get out of my way I’m the hangman today And the judge and jury The fire, the fire still burns |
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Eleven Burial Masses
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Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
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Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | Intro: The Ceremony Opens | ||
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2. | Lord Abortion | ||
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3. | Ebony Dressed For Sunset | ||
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name | ||
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn | ||
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6. | Dusk And Her Embrace | ||
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7. | The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh | ||
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8. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | ||
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9. | Her Ghost In The Fog | ||
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10. | Summer Dying Fast | ||
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11. | Interlude: Creatures That Kissed In Cold Mirrors | ||
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12. | From The Cradle To Enslave | ||
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13. | Queen Of Winter, Throned | ||
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1. | Lord Abotion | ||
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2. | Ebony Dresses for Sunset | ||
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3. | The Forest Whispers My Name | ||
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4. | Cthulhu Dawn | ||
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5. | Dusk and Her Embrace | ||
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6. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | ||
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7. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | ||
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8. | Her Ghost in the Fog | ||
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9. | Summer Dying Fast | ||
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10. | From the Cradle to Enslave | ||
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11. | Queen of Winter, Throned | ||
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Eleven Burial Masses
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Paul | Guitars |
Robin Graves | Bass |
Gian Pyres | Guitars |
Adrian | Drums |
Martin | Keyboards |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Tim Summerhayes | Recording |
Rod Wardell | Mixing (vision) |
John Beecher | Executive producer |
John Doukas | Producer |
Dougie Dudgeon | Producer |
Steve Graham | Recording, Editing |
Doug "Drummer Drug" Cook | Mixing |
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1. | The Ceremony Opens (Live) | 02:45 | instrumental |
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2. | Lord Abortion (Live) | 06:33 | Show lyrics |
Care for a little necrophilia, hmm? I was born with a birthmark of cinders. Debris cast from the stars and mother. A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters of life, that ran slick from the stabwounds in her. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. I grew up on the sluts, bastard father beat blue. Keepsake cunts cut full out, easing puberty through. Aah, Nostalgia grows! Now times, nine or ten, within this vice den called a soul. Dying for resurrection, I dig deep to come again. The spasm of orgasm on a roll! I live the slow serrated rape, the bucks fizz of amyl nitrate. Victims force fed their own face, tear stains upon the drape. I should compare them to a warm Summer’s day But to the letter, it is better, to lichen their names to a grave! Counting my years on an abacus strung, with labial rings and heartstrings undone. Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead! The bonesaw on the backseat, on this bitter night of giving head. A sharp rear entry, an exit in red. Lump in the throat, on my come choke, the killing joke worn thin with breath. Horrorscopes my diorama, A twelve part psychodrama! Another chained I mean to harm her, inside as well as out. A perverts gasp inside the mask. I’m hard, blow my house of cards. All turn up Death, her bleeding starts, in brute vermilion parts. Now I slither through the hairline cracks, in sanity, best watch your back. Possessed with levering Hell’s gates wide. Liberating knives to cut humanity slack. My ambition is to slay anon, a sinner in the hands of a dirty God. Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais, of light where faith leads truth astray. I slit guts and free the moistest faces. Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces. Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin. Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within. My heart was a wardrum beat, by jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults. When number thirteen fell in my lap. Lips and skin like sin, a Venus mantrap! My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled, at the blurred edges or reason ’til I was fulfilled. Whors d’oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into, a grave coffin fit for the queen of spades. She went out like the light in my mind, her face an avalanche of pearl of ruby wine. Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks, came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch. I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously, but when has one been able to best separate the three? I know I’m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do. Aah, aah, ahh, I’ll let you sleep when I am through! You fucking Whore! The suspect shadow sher they least, expect my burning grasp to reach. The stranglehold, the opened arms. Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred. Rainbows that my razors wrung, midst her screams and seams undone. Sung at the top of punctured lungs, I bite my spiteful tongue. Lest curses spat from primal lairs, freeze romance where angels, bare, are lost to love, bloodloss, despair. I weep, they merely stare and stare... ...and stare, and stare, and stare! |
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3. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset (Live) | 02:55 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves, children. The reign in flesh begins again! V empire, funereal majesty awake! Cneajna wreathed in snake. Draconis talons rake! So haunted is my silent heart, dreaming only of the moon. When velvet darkness falls tonight, the thirst crescends anew. Only for you! Inspired to mortal nightmare. Ebony dressed for sunset, in the dulcet whispers of the damned. |
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4. | The Forest Whispers My Name (Live) | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture, but I am drawn past their flickering lure. To the breathing forest that surrounds the room. Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb. I sip the blood red wine! My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time. From knowledge drunk, from the fountain of life. From chaos born, out of love and the scythe. The forest beckons with her nocturnal call, to pull me close amid the baying of wolves. Where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn. In the dark, odiferous earth. We embrace like two lovers at death. A monument to the trapping of breath. As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck, to drop roses on my marbled breast. I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves, and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze, to learn from the dark and the voices between. This is my will! The forest whispers my name again and again. The forest whispers my name! When the moon is full, we shall assemble to adore, the potent spirit of your Queen, my mother great Diana. She who fain would learn all sorcery. Yet has not won its deepest secrets, Them my mother will, teach her in truth All things as yet unknown. I walk the path to the land of the dark immortals. Where the hungry ones will carry my soul, as the wild hunt careers through the boughs. Come to me, my pale enchantress. In the moon of the woods we kiss. Artemis be near me, in the arms of the ancient oak. Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose, and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked. Dark faerytales in Phallustein, symbols and signs to know us by. The principle of evil! Evolution has been recalled. Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon, I stand enthralled in the whispering forest. |
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5. | Cthulhu Dawn (Live) | 04:31 | Show lyrics |
Cthulhu dawn! Spatter the stars, douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch. Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth. Shadows gather, poisoned henna for the flesh. A necrotic cattle brand, the hissing downfall pentagram, carven deep upon the church doors of the damned. But no Passover is planned, a great renewal growls at hand. And only when they’re running will they come to understand. So ends the pitiful reign of man! When the moon exhales behind a veil, of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale. We raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds. Within this kissed disembowel arena, A broken seal on an ancient curse. Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach, with lightning reach and genocidal thirst. Mountains of archaos theories, in collision as at planetary dawn. Apocalypse’s razorbacks, beat wings on glass as thunder cracks. Unfurled across a world hurled to the black. Cthulhu dawn! Shatter the glass house wherein spirits breathe out, halitosis of the soul. From a recking abscess, plague of far righteousness. All fates hang in the balance, mocking crucified dolls. An inquisition outs when the sun goes out our powers, will extend throughout heaven like Asphodel. As they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian accustoned, to burning effigies of our enemies well. So begins the sibilant world death knell. When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse. The scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds. We gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused, red. Blinding time, all lines dine on this instance. A melting spool of beggar, negative frames. The skies teem alive, to watch die. Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves. Cthulhu dawn! |
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6. | Dusk and Her Embrace (Live) | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake, and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill’s afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |
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7. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh (Live) | 05:42 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. The abolition of the Yeshua begins! Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. World without end! Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil. Dusk in her eyes! Torn bloody weeping skies. Darkness will hasten to devour, and the weak will flee or die! Sie sind es, die sich an der Liebe festhalten. Für immer betend auf Knien vor der Göttin. I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine, abandonment unto our Lady. With a quenchless thirst for the infinite. For her, that exists beyond all knowledge. Storming from tired centuries, under the glare of a waxing death moon. Terrible beauty of love severed, rip the baby from the virginal womb. The blood of Jesus is the wine of the dead. And the drunken angels bleed with incest. The Liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts, and yield the swords that sever and stain. There will be no act or passion wrought. That shall not be attributed to her names. To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte! I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising! From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent. Sacred flesh drenched in fornication, beloved of Set. May the winds gather her together, from the secrets of men. After thousands of years of terrifying silence, she comes again. Shattered are the icons of the worthless. The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born. Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy. Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs. |
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1. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (Live) | 07:54 | Show lyrics |
Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured, if they bring thee pleasure somehow. Maleficent in dusky rose, gathered satin lapped her breasts like blood upon the snow. A tourniquet of topaz glistened at her throat. Awakening, pulled from the tomb. Her spirit freed, eclipsed the moon, that she outshone as a fallen star. A regal ornament from a far flung nebular. Her likeness hung in the black gallery. Commanding unease, demanding of Death to breathe! Midst the whirl and daylight fauna of society at court. Elizabeth bedazzled, her presence sought applause. Though her torchlit shadow thrown upon damp cellar walls, greeted nothing but despair from slaves, her nights enthralled. Thirteen winter solstices had shown her path, that the dark had marked its dominion. Spaying the confessor whose caresses she’d known. As whipcord in the house of dog, her cold cunt meat on holy bone. Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries, and carved abortive runes in reddened wombs, exhumed by scrying eyes. Madness came upon her, like an amourous lover’s seed. Lifesblood splashed upon her skin, in gouts torture unleashed. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Exacting obeisance, her gaze held a séance, of spirits too trapped under glass to commune. A sleeter mistress than Luna whose threats to consume her. Met with torments giving vent to her swoon. Flat on her back, pack-prey for the reams, of verses and curses that haunted her dreams. Midnightmare chimed thirteen in her mind. A disciple of scars, branded years hissed behind. Ridden split-thighed by the father of lies. An ovation of wolves, blushed the skies as they writhed. But heaven is never forever! She came, a spent storm from the clouds. Leaving serpents in office, inside every gate, to lick righteous holes, blinding Lords to the fate. Of virgins forced naked to defile on rent knees. Hacked and racked backwards, menses choking their pleas. More whore, more! Twitching make me wet with thee, carcass rub me raw. And to her dead reflection ’twas as if her pallor gleamed. Like an angel’s warmed by candles, where erotic stains had cleaved. So demons dragged this libertine, lusts screaming for release. Upon the flesh of maidens preened, as canvas for caprice. Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Cruelty and the beast! Raped of faith! She now embraced, the narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face. With this disdain, inside these veins, highborn wanton that she was, she sought to keep what age would claim. Her soul was sold and for this toll, reeking pyres ever smouldered, on the whims of one so in control. Elizabeth, mysterious! Cruelty brought thee orchids, from the bowels of the abyss. From the bowels of the abyss! |
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2. | Her Ghost in the Fog (Live) | 07:33 | Show lyrics |
The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait, soft winds whisper the bidding of trees. As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart, and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams. But oh, no tears please! Fear and pain may accompany Death. But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty, as we shall see... She was divinity’s creature, that kissed the cold mirrors. A queen of snows! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Dark liqoured eyes, an arabian nightmare! She shone on watercolours of my pondlife as pearl! Until those who couldn’t have her cut her free of this world! That fateful eve when the trees stank of sunset and camphor. Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw, an inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast, on my love picking rue by the light of the moon. Putting reason to flight, or to death as their way. They crept through woods mesmerized! By the taffeta ley of her hips that held sway, over all they surveyed. Save a mist on the rise, a deadly blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! They raped left, five men of God! Her ghost in the fog! Dawn discovered her there, beneath the cedar’s stare! Silk dress torn her raven hair, flown to gown her beauty bared. Was starred with frost, I knew her lost. I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer. She’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood: Never to part, lest jealous heaven stole our hearts. Then this I screamed: "Come back to me for, I was born in love with thee. So why should fate stand in between?" And as I drowned her gentle curves, with dreams unsaid and final words. I espied a gleam trodden to earth, the church bell tower key. The village mourned her by the by, for she’d been a witch. Their men had longed to try. And I broke under Christ, seeking guilty signs, my tortured soul on ice. A queen of snow! Far beyond compare, lips attuned to symmetry, sought her everywhere. Trappistine eyes, an arabian nightmare! She was ersulie possessed of a milky white skin. My porcelain yin, a graceful angel of sin. And so for her, the breeze stank of sunset and camphor! My lantern chased her phantom and blew, their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain. Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed! Putting reason to flight, or to flame unashamed. I swept form cries, mesmerized. By the taffeta ley, or her hips that held sway, over all those at bay. Save a mist on the rise, a final blessing to hide. Her ghost in the fog! And I embraced, where lovers rot! Her ghost in the fog! Her ghost in the fog! |
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3. | Summer Dying Fast (Live) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
Through acrid clouds of summer flies, the garden swells with a thousand more wise. Forever flung to celestial dreams, clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene. I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name. The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change. Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die. The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise. Grinning winds of hate unfurled, dash towers tall that grip the sun. Talons stretch her veil. Reclamation, our time has come. Autumn spreads its golden wings, and lays the path for those unseen. A tangled web of evil spun at last. Winter spawn from barren thighs, to readdress, to slay the blind. And throw the reins untethered to the skies. They pray to the full moon rising. Diana moving with such infinite grace. Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall. How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty, of beauty held in dream-dead sleep, And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love, assuage our rule from planes above, or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep. September prayers are waning, burn the shrines of fettered sheep. Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end. We are what we were, what we shall be again... Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin. Stain the milky sunset red and let the others in. Summer’s dying... |
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4. | Creatures That Kissed in Cold Mirrors (Live) | 03:56 | instrumental |
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5. | From the Cradle to Enslave (Live) | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs, have despoiled our common grave. Now what necrophagous second coming backs, from the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations stud the belts that welt the sky. Whilst the bitter winter moon prowls the cloud, dead-eyed, like shifting parent flesh under silk matricide. Watchful as she was upon Eden, where every rose, arbour and orchard she swept. Hid the hissing of a serpent libido, in an ancient tryst with catastrophe soon to be kept. Hear that hissing now on the breeze, as through the plundered groves of the carnal garden. A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls, are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees. This is the theme to a better Armageddon, nightchords rake the heavens! PanDaemonAeaon! And what use are prayers to that God? As devils bay consensus for the space to piss, on your smouldering faith and the mouldering face, of this world long a paradise lost. This is the end of everything! Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring. Danse macabre ’neath the tilt of the zodiac. Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate. What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back. I see the serpentine in your eyes! The nature of the beast as revelations arrive. Our screams shall trail to angels, for those damned in flames repay. All sinners lose their lot on judgement day. We should have cut our looses as at Calvary, but our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief. Salvation, like a promised nation, gleamed a claim away. This is the end of everything you have ever known! Buried like vanquished reason, Death is season, driven like the drifting snow. Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war, on our knees or another fucker’s shore. Heiling new flesh, read, then roared, To a crooked cross and a holy cause. What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything! Rear the tragedies that the Seraphim shall sing. Old adversaries, next to Eve, now they’re clawing back. I smell their cumming, as through webbed panes of meat. Led by hoary Death, they never left dreaming sodomies, To impress on human failure, when we’ve bled upon our knees. Tablatures of gravel law, shall see Gehennah paved. When empires fall and nightmares crawl, from the cradle to enslave! This is the end of everything... |
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6. | Queen of Winter, Throned (Live) | 10:04 | Show lyrics |
Even a man who is pure in the heart, and speaks in prayer by night. May become a wolf when the wolf’s bane blooms, and the winter moon is bright. (Taken from the movie The Wolf Man (1941)) Listen to them, the children of the night. What sweet music they make. (Bram Stoker’s "Dracula" (1897)) Iniquitous I share Carmilla’s mask. A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass. Peering through the mirror, deep dark and ominous. Consorting themes, demons I weave, subservience from thee to lost. I am Corinthian light, a snake in flowers by night! The last temptation of Christ, evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt, sharp-eyed impassive whore. Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor. Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb, to prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tîrgoviste to resume. Control! Seduction, my obsessive art. A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars, like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart. Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed. Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms, midst dreams or robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath. When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined. And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind. Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy. I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies. Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword, my lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war. I am thirst, spearheaded hunger. Sacrament and pain! Nails raked in savagery, when the cruel Countessa came. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. Blessed be these spells of winter. Unto us that wait with patience in. This secret garden, to storm our way into another, as yes undone. Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean. Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun. Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped. In nakedness their ochre flesh hall yield to thy advance. She is all to me, mysterious, alive. The howling in the deep woods, when cold festal stars aligned. Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon of draconian design. A love that never dies, nefarious as her winds. Stirring silhouettes to rise, when stars fall pale. And to drown back in her eyes is to madden ghosts within, To unhinge a thousand sins from Death’s dark vale. A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil. Yesod vested in despotic upheaval. Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow. Forgotten ones enter as above, so below. The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent. When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend. From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness, thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead! Queen of Winter, throned. The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses. Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown. Darkness in raven feathered dress, sides with Death at chess. Their pawns are many and the enemy, powerless. When the miscreants fell dead, She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night, and the bestial floor shook with terrible life. I rise before thee Queen, to feed our lusts on the blood of the weak. To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath, satanic tyranny! |
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Honey and Sulphur
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Marthus | Drums |
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Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Doug Cook | Producer |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Music |
Paul Allender | Music |
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1. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
[Narration:] "So potent was the star under which I was born That I have done no one in the world has done Nor can ever do" Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille’s men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Brittle angels out to pasture once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom That the superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It’s roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it’s bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Where so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saved but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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2. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
[Narration:] "Sometimes I beheaded them with daggers, with poniards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole or by a hook and chords and strangled them And when they were languishing I committed with them the evils of the flesh" The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Götterdämmerung Has started licking like a flame Whispers in the dismal mist Are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell’s hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young The moon grinned full, the games were chaste When the children first arrived Now midnight shadows crawl apace To darken counsel with their lives Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behind blind walls where these cockatrice squalled Their songs of Necronomicon Spoke out of Gilles De Rais Each murdered son, each frozen rose Handpicked, was gently fed To the sumptuous one in black and those Whose lives were thrown in with the dead The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it’s moorings Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shifting God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven On a knife edge as they fell The blade would plunge in virulent arcs Such wounds would stretch away By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks Of the monster Gilles De Rais Gilded Gilles De Rais Comets vomited The restless bells of crime Peeled back skin from broken bones Of angels cut from the nicks of time Festering faces with painted eyes The prettiest kept to be thrust inside Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side Caked in kissed goodbyes Days faded in decay The stench of perfume lied No horror in the glades of man Was left for Baron to provide So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart And it’s sordid, morbid crack No further atrocity could possibly surpass Unrewarded, bored, he turned his back |
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Honey and Sulphur
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Dani Filth | Vocals |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Marthus | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Music |
Paul Allender | Music |
Doug Cook | Producer |
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1. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:38 | Show lyrics |
[Narration:] "So potent was the star under which I was born That I have done no one in the world has done Nor can ever do" Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille’s men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Brittle angels out to pasture once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom That the superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It’s roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it’s bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Where so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saved but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (narration, harmonies) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) |
Stephen Svanholm | Vocals (baritone) |
Carolyn Gretton | Vocals (lead, choirs) |
Luna Scarlett Davey | Vocals (child narration) |
Elissa Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Julie Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Leanne Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Tonya Kay | Vocals (choirs) |
Rachel Marshall-Clarke | Vocals (choirs) |
Liz Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Laura Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering (vocals) |
David Ho | Artwork |
Travis Smith | Layout |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography (band) |
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1. | In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs | 02:27 | Show lyrics |
"When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder. As flights of fallen Angels wished me, Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder..." |
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2. | Shat Out of Hell | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Eclipsing violent centuries, like a dark scar over France. Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais! A warrior and a scholar, he fought for Joan of Arc, before she met with martyrdom in flames. Far from fairytale, a deathshead on his sail. A light that would not fail, beneath her spell. But the crucifix was veiled, when his decadence prevailed, in a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Frozen in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief. His wealth and power led him on, to the tainted gates of Babylon. Born beneath the howling stars, in a shower of golden Lys. A wolf cub with the world, between his sabre teeth. Torn between extremes of faith, the pious and the priests. He fed the Devil children, like he threw his mastiffs meat. Far from fairytale, the coffin and the nail. Descending to the pale, under the spell. Of Alchemists who failed, to clench the menstrual grail. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Grown so morbid without war, the wine corrupted, nightmares spored. His Lord’s betrayal, played no more, he beat upon the Devil’s door! Demanding pleasures, to replace Joan of Arc. Her epic grace had set aflame, his wolfheart with her truth. And when she died, his life of pride was lost to God. And in his crimes he turned, to raising Satan with the proof. Soon nightly, unsightly, offerings were made on a vulgar altar. And slowly, but surely, the darkness answered like a falling star. Far from fairytale, insanity exhaled. A full-blown winter gale, under it’s spell. Innocents assailed, were entered and impaled. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin, an egotist! He mourned both, war and glory. Schooled to win, whatever bored imagination spawned! |
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3. | The Death of Love | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
"Her penultimate sighs, called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth. And then a golden flash, like the onset of Heaven, leaving her screams, breaking my heart. And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love..." Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? What will you see, with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? There we will be, between the dead and dying. Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory, forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows, whilst the enemy reigns. Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. By command of the king of Heaven, came the death of love. Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? How will they see, when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? How will you keep, from it’s terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset, like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden, as she fell from her wound. But visions and ambition, never listened to submission. And she was on a mission, from the highest above. To Lord upon the slaughter, like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her, for the death of love. The righteous death of love! Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English, in a torrent of light. And as they rallied onto night, a cancer fled his soul, dissolving. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She made him click without desire, and in his eyes she swam a Goddess. And even when they caught her breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? How will you know, if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? Where will you be, when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee, and label me Pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all, that was enthroned and divine. He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove. Crimes he knew alone, derived from minds of the blind. The church unfurled for murder, perched upon the death of love. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She claimed the skies, were lit with spires. And in his eyes she swam a Goddess! And even when she fought for breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" |
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4. | The 13th Caesar | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, how my rampant desire, ripped from the presence of God. Now hungered like a beast, for the knowledge of evil..." When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. A cold and jagged abyss, bled of sense! The throne he earned, through God’s benevolence, started his own fall. Clothing ragged dogma, in his own magnificence. Here the stench, the gold events, the bold inventions of the will. Luxuries and splendours, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, kissing terrors with paralysis. His brash canvas insulted the view! Moving Heaven and Earth to please, the tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew, to assert the thirteenth Caesar. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. He swore henceforth, he would serve evil alone. Here the stench, the gold events, the insurrection of his will. Theatre and feasts, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, striking terror intro menaces. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! Suetonius and ovid, filled the moonstruck dreams, with the purple of Rome. His Venus of arena-blood was dead, and he was storming home. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! |
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5. | Tiffauges | 02:14 | Show lyrics |
"God can deny nothing to a De Rais! And should He ever, there is always the Devil..." |
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6. | Tragic Kingdom | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Dusk descended like a final curtain, on this stage only death was certain. Singing through the turrets, like a velvet serenade played near a grave. Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom, of a red setting sun, and a bloodletting moon. Applauded, then accorded them, portents of doom, almost too soon. They pissed upon the winds, that rocked the cradles. Laughing over those hovels, grovelling to wolves. They kissed and sinned, under overstocked tables. As the world outside, grew sodden and mauled. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Gilles sat sipping absinthe, from a goblet made of bone. As lightning ripped and danced, upon the flagstones. Wayward fantasies, marched on home! Now the treetops bowed to whisper, in a thin Disney veneer. They knew the howls so exquisitely honed, were those of children, disappeared. They’d listened to the winds, heard the murdered Abel. Re-christened in the, stone jaws of Tiffauges. Where the list of sins, grew beyond a fable. They now roared abroad, restless with debauch. Restless with debauch! Restless with debauch! This tragic kingdom, would see God’s Angels walk away... Satanic, enigmatic, his black magic was ecstatic. Megalomaniac in titanic displays! Dressed in the best, wicked britches of the West. He cut a mourning figure, in glorious swathe. But all his nightmares, would come true. Drowning in a stream, of unbounded pleasure. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! The moon bleared, through the skeletal trees. Averting her face, from congenital deeds. Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved, about this place, laced with demon seed. Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies, exonerated him from Gilles’ crimes. Announced his fears, one night of sighs, a night for cursing nursery rhymes. In the light of the fire, wrestling feckless shadows. The tracks get blacker, for this tragical kingdom! Gilles’ frightening wealth, his tightening grip on the weak, and the rubies that his coffers let slip. Steered to near ruin, in successive years, of the most of excess, and the best of it here. In the light of the fire, wrestling reckless shadows! |
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7. | Sweetest Maleficia | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
"I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub! By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. By the Virgin Mary and all the saints, to appear in person, so that you may speak to us, and fulfill our desires. Come at my bidding and I will grant you, whatever you want, however vile, and the curtailing of my life..." He would rise triumphant! All done up, on a plume of raven wings. Trafficking with sycophants, sharing his cup, amidst other graver things. Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. The devout faded out, but the pagan remained. The candles burnt low, and still nothing came. Bearing golden secrets, from a cold malevolent race. He would have his demon, he would have his vice! All save his soul, was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising, not a single hair. Everything stank, of witchcraft there. From the stained chapel, to the statued lawn. In Caprineum on the lake. To the still lit crypts, and the slit of dawn. Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake. He needed answers not advice, intending to devise. A lengthy train, of torture for the fool. Who thought a seance would suffice, or sighted, furred in dragonflies. The signature of Satan on a wall. Sweetest Maleficia! Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest. Returning with a spider, for the poisonous feast. The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin. His fingertips were scented with, the tears from seraphim cheeks. Part glamour and a hammer, cadaverous and glib. Commanding in a voice, of frozen peaks. He would have his demon, he would have his gold! Out of control, Gilles’ soul was sold. Under mistletoe, and the glistening snow. Kissing in the shadow, of abandoned saviours. "So I shall conjure thee, demons of the Netherworld..." The air was sick with trepidation, despair and desperation. Then he fixed his covenant in blood. Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty mead. His new world opened with a claret flood. Time was right, this wretched night, to etch the circles, clear again. As a labyrinth of razors, led a blind man to the stars. So too Prelati brought the dark. It’s name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire. They fed him shredded infants, on an altar full of scars. Entangled in a dream, the mirrors full of steam. He scarce could see, Joan’s face reflecting through. His last attempt to grasp at God, lay blackened in a holy fog. And now there were only Devils to pursue. Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell, of Hell and her seductions. The assassinated days, as a Caesar gone by. Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide. Lit demonic pyres, where once dying embers writhed. Sweetest Maleficia! |
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8. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
"So potent was the star, under which I was born. That I have done no one, in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! All Saints Day, the taint of rain. Blood and mud, and thunder all the same. To those who close, their ranks to Gille’s men. Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille. Creatures of the dark, creeping up and down the countryside. Brittle Angels out, to pasture once again. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, that the superstitions grew. Wise to the wolves, that surprised their children, gagged in sacks and dragged back to. Tiffauges! It’s roads now home, to a beautiful stranger. Lifting her veil, spinning her lies. Tender eyes, never-ending danger. It grows a rose that chose death, for it’s bedmuck. Prickles in wait, thanking her spies, trickling thighs her only hiccup. And though she walks the forest trails, she’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down, the path where darkness dwells. That night is rife with celebration, the tower sings. Where so much foul illumination, strikes a lighthouse for the things. That slither and slather, at the border of the pentagram, mid sour dreams. A beauty pageant, for the gathering damned, of slaughtered lambs, and tortured screams. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, in this castle of loup-garou. When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on. A parcel of victims now tied to. Tiffauges! Engorged on the hordes, of the anorexic. Cherubim forced, naked and blind. A holocaust mind, designed their exit. A libertine so grim, sometimes tore them limb from limb. Slitting their throats, pissing on graves, Jesus saved but the Devil made him. Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! |
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9. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
"Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poniards, with knives. Sometimes I suspended them in my room, from a pole or by a hook and chords, and strangled them. And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh..." The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. Whispers in the dismal mist, are full of crystal promises. Black rites begun in earnest, ignite Hell’s hungry furnace. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. The moon grinned full, the games were chaste. When the children first arrived. Now midnight shadows crawl apace, to darken counsel with their lives. Flesh and ecstasy as sport, are immortal vices of the highest order. Wherein devilry holds sway. Behind blind walls, where these cockatrice squalled. Their songs of Necronomicon, spoke out of Gilles De Rais. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. Each murdered son, each frozen rose handpicked, was gently fed. To the sumptuous one, in black and those, whose lives were thrown, in with the dead. The candles lit, the stage was set, as it was in sainted days. When censers swung and banners hung, on the Siege of Orleans, on the painted Seine. Now the castle floats in the drifting fog, torn from it’s moorings. Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell. As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices soaring, on a silver tide to Heaven, on a knife edge as they fell. The blade would plunge in virulent arcs, such wounds would stretch away. By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks, of the monster Gilles De Rais, Gilded Gilles De Rais! Comets vomited, the restless bells of crime, Peeled back skin from broken bonesm of Angels cut from the nicks of time. Festering faces with painted eyes, the prettiest kept to be thrust inside. Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side, caked in kissed goodbyes. Days faded in decay, the stench of perfume lied. No horror in the glades of man, was left for Barron to provide. So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart, and it’s sordid, morbid crack. No further atrocity could possibly surpass, unrewarded, bored, he turned his back. The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. |
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10. | Darkness Incarnate | 08:55 | Show lyrics |
"Something thicker than despair, rides upon the midnight air. The smell of blood, the taste of prey, we spy you hiding Gilles de Rais..." Under August swelter, after banquet and soiree. When spiced wine and song, have further heated veins. To the ninth degree as tenacula, hold another body in their sway. Gilles retires from the grasping fires, that will ashen the remains. Darkness incarnate! Demons in his semen, that once clung about the throats. Of children dragged, from cellars to his rooms. Now permeate the castle, all who sleep dream of the goat. That dark eclectic harbinger of doom. Nightingales sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted veils over bitter truth. The stairs ran helter-skelter, his bedchamber besieged. By phantoms who sheltered, in it’s furs, remorse. Sought to overwhelm him, like a lantern of disease. That shone on rotten faces, of those murdered out in force. Darkness incarnate! Fleeing ghosts so indisposed, to his Satanic love. Of children dragged, from cellars to his feast. He rose, a carnal wind opposed, to those that sat above. Tearing out into the forest like a beast. The night wind sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted sails over naked truth. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. The trees become obscenities, semen drip from every bough. As if he rooted Nature like a whore. Dryads tongued, under skirts of leaves, surrendering branches, that slenderly pleased. The Mocking orifices, and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew. Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue. The clotting of his heart, to a rank cantankerous tune. "Death is only a matter, of a little pain..." Beneath the sallow moonlight, in a wonderland of pain. Gilles fled back to the castle, terrified and drained. He sought his deep red velvet bed. and the sleep it preordained. Exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disembowelled. To where he stretched out, howling on all fours. Corpses tore at his legs and knees, as he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve. From a Lord that soared above the awful scene. He sobbed and wept, no voice was left, to scream, the dream, was not drubbed yet. He heard the horrors, hiss beside him. "Herod, you’ll regret..." "Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful..." "Oh my dearest Angels, go pray to God for me..." |
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11. | Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. Another night of blight, had slowly passed. The morning skies, once fresh and bright, darkened down no near twilight. Once could smell, the end of days were coming fast. Gilles wandered as in purgatory, beyond the grave of his estate. Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry, were present save projected hatred. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt. From guilt and doubt, there’s no way out. Ten leagues beneath contempt! Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. His choired chapel, sighed with his laments. As accusations reached a roar, investigations breached the door. He put up nothing save, his favours in defense. The Church stirred in it’s Roman lair, the grease had long been spent. Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there, ten leagues beneath contempt! Alas, I was happier, in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright and blood, than in any other pleasure..." Just one falter, one misplaced deed, and Gilles would be undone, as he teetered on the verge of defeat. Profaning God’s altar, bursting in on evening Mass. He threatened there, to crucify the priest. Drunk on fiery wine, with the storm lashing behind. He then threw this Philistine, to his foulest dungeon. And money owed or not, the Priest released or left to rot. His blatant sacrilege begot, a war machine of papal Rome. They came for him in mourning splendour, with the blessing of the Saints. His fawning grin in sweet surrender, a lesson in enforced restraint. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. He thought courts bought with golden crowns, rich Bishops he could tempt. But traitor’s gate was sought and found, ten leagues beneath contempt. |
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12. | Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
"This is the moment I go to God..." Burning like derision, on the prism of night. Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites. Meant to overpower, and bedizen his light. He paced his tower prison, with a dissonant appetite. The moon was black! Devil may care! Three times he’d glared, before his judges. Darkening there, with a Wormwood mind, and a gullet of poison. Asked, he thought the court a farce, his tongue as sharp as glass. A bastard to the last! This truth assassin tautened, his claws at the ruinous cast, flexing vexation at clerics aghast. In uproar he caused, the cross to be masked. And the hex of exile, from God’s Kingdom passed. Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died. The curse even clearer, on the sanity side. Banished from the lavish, tracts of paradise. From Heaven’s shored, poured to the sore divide. The moon was black! Devil may care! Their thunder sundered, all his veils. Thickening there, his beligerent pulse, to a sickening crawl. Yes, he’d fostered wickedness, fed vipers at his breast. Inflicted death’s caress! So now to suffer! He’d burn, discern, that his second turn. Would last for eternity, in reckoning flames. That night his plight, marched in demented Parades, o’er a rainbow of black magic scars. The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades. Deep in the sleep, of this heretic, barred. The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved. His epiphany struggled to come. But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared. Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun. All fears were smeared, when Joan had appeared, in a shower of tears. Last vestige of innocence. Yearning for her, vision of divinity. Of her miracles, and dreamt lyrical deeds. He would meet her, at the pyre as the fire kissed. And together they’d climb to God, entwined in bliss. Devil may care! He awed the court, with a sworn confession. Quickening there, his radiant death, and acute renewal. Thus the end was glorious, he went like Jesus trussed, to shadow and to dust. At the stroke of seven! And with thieves at both his hands, the Reaper of these lands, wept with holy plans, as he choked to Heaven. |
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13. | Corpseflower | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
"I have told you the truth, and everything as it happened. All the evil that I could do, has been accomplished. I am redeemable and I believe, the clemencies of God. And suffrages of the Holy Church, have succoured me with much mercy. I have only ever wished, to satisfy my desires..." |
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Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Carolyn Gretton | Vocals (lead, choirs) |
Laura Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Luna Scarlett Davey | Vocals (child narration) |
Elissa Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Julie Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Leanne Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (narration, harmonies) |
Tonya Kay | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) |
Rachel Marshall-Clarke | Vocals (choirs) |
Stephen Svanholm | Vocals (baritone) |
Liz Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography (band) |
David Ho | Artwork |
Travis Smith | Layout |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering (vocals) |
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1. | In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs | 02:27 | Show lyrics |
"When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder. As flights of fallen Angels wished me, Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder..." |
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2. | Shat Out of Hell | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Eclipsing violent centuries, like a dark scar over France. Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais! A warrior and a scholar, he fought for Joan of Arc, before she met with martyrdom in flames. Far from fairytale, a deathshead on his sail. A light that would not fail, beneath her spell. But the crucifix was veiled, when his decadence prevailed, in a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Frozen in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief. His wealth and power led him on, to the tainted gates of Babylon. Born beneath the howling stars, in a shower of golden Lys. A wolf cub with the world, between his sabre teeth. Torn between extremes of faith, the pious and the priests. He fed the Devil children, like he threw his mastiffs meat. Far from fairytale, the coffin and the nail. Descending to the pale, under the spell. Of Alchemists who failed, to clench the menstrual grail. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Grown so morbid without war, the wine corrupted, nightmares spored. His Lord’s betrayal, played no more, he beat upon the Devil’s door! Demanding pleasures, to replace Joan of Arc. Her epic grace had set aflame, his wolfheart with her truth. And when she died, his life of pride was lost to God. And in his crimes he turned, to raising Satan with the proof. Soon nightly, unsightly, offerings were made on a vulgar altar. And slowly, but surely, the darkness answered like a falling star. Far from fairytale, insanity exhaled. A full-blown winter gale, under it’s spell. Innocents assailed, were entered and impaled. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin, an egotist! He mourned both, war and glory. Schooled to win, whatever bored imagination spawned! |
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3. | The Death of Love | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
"Her penultimate sighs, called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth. And then a golden flash, like the onset of Heaven, leaving her screams, breaking my heart. And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love..." Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? What will you see, with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? There we will be, between the dead and dying. Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory, forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows, whilst the enemy reigns. Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. By command of the king of Heaven, came the death of love. Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? How will they see, when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? How will you keep, from it’s terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset, like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden, as she fell from her wound. But visions and ambition, never listened to submission. And she was on a mission, from the highest above. To Lord upon the slaughter, like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her, for the death of love. The righteous death of love! Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English, in a torrent of light. And as they rallied onto night, a cancer fled his soul, dissolving. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She made him click without desire, and in his eyes she swam a Goddess. And even when they caught her breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? How will you know, if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? Where will you be, when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee, and label me Pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all, that was enthroned and divine. He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove. Crimes he knew alone, derived from minds of the blind. The church unfurled for murder, perched upon the death of love. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She claimed the skies, were lit with spires. And in his eyes she swam a Goddess! And even when she fought for breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" |
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4. | The 13th Caesar | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, how my rampant desire, ripped from the presence of God. Now hungered like a beast, for the knowledge of evil..." When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. A cold and jagged abyss, bled of sense! The throne he earned, through God’s benevolence, started his own fall. Clothing ragged dogma, in his own magnificence. Here the stench, the gold events, the bold inventions of the will. Luxuries and splendours, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, kissing terrors with paralysis. His brash canvas insulted the view! Moving Heaven and Earth to please, the tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew, to assert the thirteenth Caesar. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. He swore henceforth, he would serve evil alone. Here the stench, the gold events, the insurrection of his will. Theatre and feasts, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, striking terror intro menaces. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! Suetonius and ovid, filled the moonstruck dreams, with the purple of Rome. His Venus of arena-blood was dead, and he was storming home. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! |
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5. | Tiffauges | 02:14 | Show lyrics |
"God can deny nothing to a De Rais! And should He ever, there is always the Devil..." |
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6. | Tragic Kingdom | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Dusk descended like a final curtain, on this stage only death was certain. Singing through the turrets, like a velvet serenade played near a grave. Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom, of a red setting sun, and a bloodletting moon. Applauded, then accorded them, portents of doom, almost too soon. They pissed upon the winds, that rocked the cradles. Laughing over those hovels, grovelling to wolves. They kissed and sinned, under overstocked tables. As the world outside, grew sodden and mauled. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Gilles sat sipping absinthe, from a goblet made of bone. As lightning ripped and danced, upon the flagstones. Wayward fantasies, marched on home! Now the treetops bowed to whisper, in a thin Disney veneer. They knew the howls so exquisitely honed, were those of children, disappeared. They’d listened to the winds, heard the murdered Abel. Re-christened in the, stone jaws of Tiffauges. Where the list of sins, grew beyond a fable. They now roared abroad, restless with debauch. Restless with debauch! Restless with debauch! This tragic kingdom, would see God’s Angels walk away... Satanic, enigmatic, his black magic was ecstatic. Megalomaniac in titanic displays! Dressed in the best, wicked britches of the West. He cut a mourning figure, in glorious swathe. But all his nightmares, would come true. Drowning in a stream, of unbounded pleasure. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! The moon bleared, through the skeletal trees. Averting her face, from congenital deeds. Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved, about this place, laced with demon seed. Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies, exonerated him from Gilles’ crimes. Announced his fears, one night of sighs, a night for cursing nursery rhymes. In the light of the fire, wrestling feckless shadows. The tracks get blacker, for this tragical kingdom! Gilles’ frightening wealth, his tightening grip on the weak, and the rubies that his coffers let slip. Steered to near ruin, in successive years, of the most of excess, and the best of it here. In the light of the fire, wrestling reckless shadows! |
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7. | Sweetest Maleficia | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
"I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub! By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. By the Virgin Mary and all the saints, to appear in person, so that you may speak to us, and fulfill our desires. Come at my bidding and I will grant you, whatever you want, however vile, and the curtailing of my life..." He would rise triumphant! All done up, on a plume of raven wings. Trafficking with sycophants, sharing his cup, amidst other graver things. Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. The devout faded out, but the pagan remained. The candles burnt low, and still nothing came. Bearing golden secrets, from a cold malevolent race. He would have his demon, he would have his vice! All save his soul, was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising, not a single hair. Everything stank, of witchcraft there. From the stained chapel, to the statued lawn. In Caprineum on the lake. To the still lit crypts, and the slit of dawn. Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake. He needed answers not advice, intending to devise. A lengthy train, of torture for the fool. Who thought a seance would suffice, or sighted, furred in dragonflies. The signature of Satan on a wall. Sweetest Maleficia! Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest. Returning with a spider, for the poisonous feast. The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin. His fingertips were scented with, the tears from seraphim cheeks. Part glamour and a hammer, cadaverous and glib. Commanding in a voice, of frozen peaks. He would have his demon, he would have his gold! Out of control, Gilles’ soul was sold. Under mistletoe, and the glistening snow. Kissing in the shadow, of abandoned saviours. "So I shall conjure thee, demons of the Netherworld..." The air was sick with trepidation, despair and desperation. Then he fixed his covenant in blood. Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty mead. His new world opened with a claret flood. Time was right, this wretched night, to etch the circles, clear again. As a labyrinth of razors, led a blind man to the stars. So too Prelati brought the dark. It’s name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire. They fed him shredded infants, on an altar full of scars. Entangled in a dream, the mirrors full of steam. He scarce could see, Joan’s face reflecting through. His last attempt to grasp at God, lay blackened in a holy fog. And now there were only Devils to pursue. Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell, of Hell and her seductions. The assassinated days, as a Caesar gone by. Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide. Lit demonic pyres, where once dying embers writhed. Sweetest Maleficia! |
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8. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
"So potent was the star, under which I was born. That I have done no one, in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! All Saints Day, the taint of rain. Blood and mud, and thunder all the same. To those who close, their ranks to Gille’s men. Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille. Creatures of the dark, creeping up and down the countryside. Brittle Angels out, to pasture once again. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, that the superstitions grew. Wise to the wolves, that surprised their children, gagged in sacks and dragged back to. Tiffauges! It’s roads now home, to a beautiful stranger. Lifting her veil, spinning her lies. Tender eyes, never-ending danger. It grows a rose that chose death, for it’s bedmuck. Prickles in wait, thanking her spies, trickling thighs her only hiccup. And though she walks the forest trails, she’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down, the path where darkness dwells. That night is rife with celebration, the tower sings. Where so much foul illumination, strikes a lighthouse for the things. That slither and slather, at the border of the pentagram, mid sour dreams. A beauty pageant, for the gathering damned, of slaughtered lambs, and tortured screams. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, in this castle of loup-garou. When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on. A parcel of victims now tied to. Tiffauges! Engorged on the hordes, of the anorexic. Cherubim forced, naked and blind. A holocaust mind, designed their exit. A libertine so grim, sometimes tore them limb from limb. Slitting their throats, pissing on graves, Jesus saved but the Devil made him. Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! |
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9. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
"Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poniards, with knives. Sometimes I suspended them in my room, from a pole or by a hook and chords, and strangled them. And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh..." The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. Whispers in the dismal mist, are full of crystal promises. Black rites begun in earnest, ignite Hell’s hungry furnace. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. The moon grinned full, the games were chaste. When the children first arrived. Now midnight shadows crawl apace, to darken counsel with their lives. Flesh and ecstasy as sport, are immortal vices of the highest order. Wherein devilry holds sway. Behind blind walls, where these cockatrice squalled. Their songs of Necronomicon, spoke out of Gilles De Rais. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. Each murdered son, each frozen rose handpicked, was gently fed. To the sumptuous one, in black and those, whose lives were thrown, in with the dead. The candles lit, the stage was set, as it was in sainted days. When censers swung and banners hung, on the Siege of Orleans, on the painted Seine. Now the castle floats in the drifting fog, torn from it’s moorings. Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell. As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices soaring, on a silver tide to Heaven, on a knife edge as they fell. The blade would plunge in virulent arcs, such wounds would stretch away. By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks, of the monster Gilles De Rais, Gilded Gilles De Rais! Comets vomited, the restless bells of crime, Peeled back skin from broken bonesm of Angels cut from the nicks of time. Festering faces with painted eyes, the prettiest kept to be thrust inside. Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side, caked in kissed goodbyes. Days faded in decay, the stench of perfume lied. No horror in the glades of man, was left for Barron to provide. So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart, and it’s sordid, morbid crack. No further atrocity could possibly surpass, unrewarded, bored, he turned his back. The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. |
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10. | Darkness Incarnate | 08:55 | Show lyrics |
"Something thicker than despair, rides upon the midnight air. The smell of blood, the taste of prey, we spy you hiding Gilles de Rais..." Under August swelter, after banquet and soiree. When spiced wine and song, have further heated veins. To the ninth degree as tenacula, hold another body in their sway. Gilles retires from the grasping fires, that will ashen the remains. Darkness incarnate! Demons in his semen, that once clung about the throats. Of children dragged, from cellars to his rooms. Now permeate the castle, all who sleep dream of the goat. That dark eclectic harbinger of doom. Nightingales sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted veils over bitter truth. The stairs ran helter-skelter, his bedchamber besieged. By phantoms who sheltered, in it’s furs, remorse. Sought to overwhelm him, like a lantern of disease. That shone on rotten faces, of those murdered out in force. Darkness incarnate! Fleeing ghosts so indisposed, to his Satanic love. Of children dragged, from cellars to his feast. He rose, a carnal wind opposed, to those that sat above. Tearing out into the forest like a beast. The night wind sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted sails over naked truth. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. The trees become obscenities, semen drip from every bough. As if he rooted Nature like a whore. Dryads tongued, under skirts of leaves, surrendering branches, that slenderly pleased. The Mocking orifices, and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew. Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue. The clotting of his heart, to a rank cantankerous tune. "Death is only a matter, of a little pain..." Beneath the sallow moonlight, in a wonderland of pain. Gilles fled back to the castle, terrified and drained. He sought his deep red velvet bed. and the sleep it preordained. Exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disembowelled. To where he stretched out, howling on all fours. Corpses tore at his legs and knees, as he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve. From a Lord that soared above the awful scene. He sobbed and wept, no voice was left, to scream, the dream, was not drubbed yet. He heard the horrors, hiss beside him. "Herod, you’ll regret..." "Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful..." "Oh my dearest Angels, go pray to God for me..." |
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11. | Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. Another night of blight, had slowly passed. The morning skies, once fresh and bright, darkened down no near twilight. Once could smell, the end of days were coming fast. Gilles wandered as in purgatory, beyond the grave of his estate. Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry, were present save projected hatred. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt. From guilt and doubt, there’s no way out. Ten leagues beneath contempt! Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. His choired chapel, sighed with his laments. As accusations reached a roar, investigations breached the door. He put up nothing save, his favours in defense. The Church stirred in it’s Roman lair, the grease had long been spent. Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there, ten leagues beneath contempt! Alas, I was happier, in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright and blood, than in any other pleasure..." Just one falter, one misplaced deed, and Gilles would be undone, as he teetered on the verge of defeat. Profaning God’s altar, bursting in on evening Mass. He threatened there, to crucify the priest. Drunk on fiery wine, with the storm lashing behind. He then threw this Philistine, to his foulest dungeon. And money owed or not, the Priest released or left to rot. His blatant sacrilege begot, a war machine of papal Rome. They came for him in mourning splendour, with the blessing of the Saints. His fawning grin in sweet surrender, a lesson in enforced restraint. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. He thought courts bought with golden crowns, rich Bishops he could tempt. But traitor’s gate was sought and found, ten leagues beneath contempt. |
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12. | Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
"This is the moment I go to God..." Burning like derision, on the prism of night. Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites. Meant to overpower, and bedizen his light. He paced his tower prison, with a dissonant appetite. The moon was black! Devil may care! Three times he’d glared, before his judges. Darkening there, with a Wormwood mind, and a gullet of poison. Asked, he thought the court a farce, his tongue as sharp as glass. A bastard to the last! This truth assassin tautened, his claws at the ruinous cast, flexing vexation at clerics aghast. In uproar he caused, the cross to be masked. And the hex of exile, from God’s Kingdom passed. Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died. The curse even clearer, on the sanity side. Banished from the lavish, tracts of paradise. From Heaven’s shored, poured to the sore divide. The moon was black! Devil may care! Their thunder sundered, all his veils. Thickening there, his beligerent pulse, to a sickening crawl. Yes, he’d fostered wickedness, fed vipers at his breast. Inflicted death’s caress! So now to suffer! He’d burn, discern, that his second turn. Would last for eternity, in reckoning flames. That night his plight, marched in demented Parades, o’er a rainbow of black magic scars. The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades. Deep in the sleep, of this heretic, barred. The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved. His epiphany struggled to come. But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared. Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun. All fears were smeared, when Joan had appeared, in a shower of tears. Last vestige of innocence. Yearning for her, vision of divinity. Of her miracles, and dreamt lyrical deeds. He would meet her, at the pyre as the fire kissed. And together they’d climb to God, entwined in bliss. Devil may care! He awed the court, with a sworn confession. Quickening there, his radiant death, and acute renewal. Thus the end was glorious, he went like Jesus trussed, to shadow and to dust. At the stroke of seven! And with thieves at both his hands, the Reaper of these lands, wept with holy plans, as he choked to Heaven. |
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13. | Corpseflower | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
"I have told you the truth, and everything as it happened. All the evil that I could do, has been accomplished. I am redeemable and I believe, the clemencies of God. And suffrages of the Holy Church, have succoured me with much mercy. I have only ever wished, to satisfy my desires..." |
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1. | Balsamic and Anathema | 06:05 | |
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2. | A Thousand Hands on the Maid of Ruin | 08:04 | |
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3. | Into the Crypts of Rays (Celtic Frost cover) | 04:10 | |
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4. | Devil to the Metal | 06:18 | |
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5. | Courting Baphomet | 05:17 | |
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6. | The Love of Death (remix) | 05:13 | |
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7. | The Death of Live (demo version) | 07:16 | |
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8. | The 13th Caesar (demo version) | 05:27 | |
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9. | Dirge Inferno (live) | 06:45 | |
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10. | Dusk and Her Embrace (live) | 05:46 | |
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Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Carolyn Gretton | Vocals (lead, choirs) |
Laura Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Luna Scarlett Davey | Vocals (child narration) |
Elissa Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Julie Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Leanne Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Tonya Kay | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (narration, harmonies) |
Rachel Marshall-Clarke | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) |
Stephen Svanholm | Vocals (baritone) |
Liz Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
David Ho | Artwork |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography (band) |
Travis Smith | Layout |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering (vocals) |
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1. | In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs | 02:27 | Show lyrics |
"When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder. As flights of fallen Angels wished me, Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder..." |
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2. | Shat Out of Hell | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Eclipsing violent centuries, like a dark scar over France. Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais! A warrior and a scholar, he fought for Joan of Arc, before she met with martyrdom in flames. Far from fairytale, a deathshead on his sail. A light that would not fail, beneath her spell. But the crucifix was veiled, when his decadence prevailed, in a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Frozen in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief. His wealth and power led him on, to the tainted gates of Babylon. Born beneath the howling stars, in a shower of golden Lys. A wolf cub with the world, between his sabre teeth. Torn between extremes of faith, the pious and the priests. He fed the Devil children, like he threw his mastiffs meat. Far from fairytale, the coffin and the nail. Descending to the pale, under the spell. Of Alchemists who failed, to clench the menstrual grail. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Grown so morbid without war, the wine corrupted, nightmares spored. His Lord’s betrayal, played no more, he beat upon the Devil’s door! Demanding pleasures, to replace Joan of Arc. Her epic grace had set aflame, his wolfheart with her truth. And when she died, his life of pride was lost to God. And in his crimes he turned, to raising Satan with the proof. Soon nightly, unsightly, offerings were made on a vulgar altar. And slowly, but surely, the darkness answered like a falling star. Far from fairytale, insanity exhaled. A full-blown winter gale, under it’s spell. Innocents assailed, were entered and impaled. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin, an egotist! He mourned both, war and glory. Schooled to win, whatever bored imagination spawned! |
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3. | The Death of Love | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
"Her penultimate sighs, called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth. And then a golden flash, like the onset of Heaven, leaving her screams, breaking my heart. And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love..." Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? What will you see, with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? There we will be, between the dead and dying. Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory, forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows, whilst the enemy reigns. Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. By command of the king of Heaven, came the death of love. Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? How will they see, when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? How will you keep, from it’s terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset, like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden, as she fell from her wound. But visions and ambition, never listened to submission. And she was on a mission, from the highest above. To Lord upon the slaughter, like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her, for the death of love. The righteous death of love! Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English, in a torrent of light. And as they rallied onto night, a cancer fled his soul, dissolving. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She made him click without desire, and in his eyes she swam a Goddess. And even when they caught her breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? How will you know, if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? Where will you be, when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee, and label me Pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all, that was enthroned and divine. He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove. Crimes he knew alone, derived from minds of the blind. The church unfurled for murder, perched upon the death of love. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She claimed the skies, were lit with spires. And in his eyes she swam a Goddess! And even when she fought for breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" |
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4. | The 13th Caesar | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, how my rampant desire, ripped from the presence of God. Now hungered like a beast, for the knowledge of evil..." When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. A cold and jagged abyss, bled of sense! The throne he earned, through God’s benevolence, started his own fall. Clothing ragged dogma, in his own magnificence. Here the stench, the gold events, the bold inventions of the will. Luxuries and splendours, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, kissing terrors with paralysis. His brash canvas insulted the view! Moving Heaven and Earth to please, the tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew, to assert the thirteenth Caesar. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. He swore henceforth, he would serve evil alone. Here the stench, the gold events, the insurrection of his will. Theatre and feasts, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, striking terror intro menaces. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! Suetonius and ovid, filled the moonstruck dreams, with the purple of Rome. His Venus of arena-blood was dead, and he was storming home. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! |
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5. | Tiffauges | 02:14 | Show lyrics |
"God can deny nothing to a De Rais! And should He ever, there is always the Devil..." |
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6. | Tragic Kingdom | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Dusk descended like a final curtain, on this stage only death was certain. Singing through the turrets, like a velvet serenade played near a grave. Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom, of a red setting sun, and a bloodletting moon. Applauded, then accorded them, portents of doom, almost too soon. They pissed upon the winds, that rocked the cradles. Laughing over those hovels, grovelling to wolves. They kissed and sinned, under overstocked tables. As the world outside, grew sodden and mauled. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Gilles sat sipping absinthe, from a goblet made of bone. As lightning ripped and danced, upon the flagstones. Wayward fantasies, marched on home! Now the treetops bowed to whisper, in a thin Disney veneer. They knew the howls so exquisitely honed, were those of children, disappeared. They’d listened to the winds, heard the murdered Abel. Re-christened in the, stone jaws of Tiffauges. Where the list of sins, grew beyond a fable. They now roared abroad, restless with debauch. Restless with debauch! Restless with debauch! This tragic kingdom, would see God’s Angels walk away... Satanic, enigmatic, his black magic was ecstatic. Megalomaniac in titanic displays! Dressed in the best, wicked britches of the West. He cut a mourning figure, in glorious swathe. But all his nightmares, would come true. Drowning in a stream, of unbounded pleasure. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! The moon bleared, through the skeletal trees. Averting her face, from congenital deeds. Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved, about this place, laced with demon seed. Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies, exonerated him from Gilles’ crimes. Announced his fears, one night of sighs, a night for cursing nursery rhymes. In the light of the fire, wrestling feckless shadows. The tracks get blacker, for this tragical kingdom! Gilles’ frightening wealth, his tightening grip on the weak, and the rubies that his coffers let slip. Steered to near ruin, in successive years, of the most of excess, and the best of it here. In the light of the fire, wrestling reckless shadows! |
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7. | Sweetest Maleficia | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
"I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub! By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. By the Virgin Mary and all the saints, to appear in person, so that you may speak to us, and fulfill our desires. Come at my bidding and I will grant you, whatever you want, however vile, and the curtailing of my life..." He would rise triumphant! All done up, on a plume of raven wings. Trafficking with sycophants, sharing his cup, amidst other graver things. Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. The devout faded out, but the pagan remained. The candles burnt low, and still nothing came. Bearing golden secrets, from a cold malevolent race. He would have his demon, he would have his vice! All save his soul, was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising, not a single hair. Everything stank, of witchcraft there. From the stained chapel, to the statued lawn. In Caprineum on the lake. To the still lit crypts, and the slit of dawn. Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake. He needed answers not advice, intending to devise. A lengthy train, of torture for the fool. Who thought a seance would suffice, or sighted, furred in dragonflies. The signature of Satan on a wall. Sweetest Maleficia! Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest. Returning with a spider, for the poisonous feast. The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin. His fingertips were scented with, the tears from seraphim cheeks. Part glamour and a hammer, cadaverous and glib. Commanding in a voice, of frozen peaks. He would have his demon, he would have his gold! Out of control, Gilles’ soul was sold. Under mistletoe, and the glistening snow. Kissing in the shadow, of abandoned saviours. "So I shall conjure thee, demons of the Netherworld..." The air was sick with trepidation, despair and desperation. Then he fixed his covenant in blood. Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty mead. His new world opened with a claret flood. Time was right, this wretched night, to etch the circles, clear again. As a labyrinth of razors, led a blind man to the stars. So too Prelati brought the dark. It’s name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire. They fed him shredded infants, on an altar full of scars. Entangled in a dream, the mirrors full of steam. He scarce could see, Joan’s face reflecting through. His last attempt to grasp at God, lay blackened in a holy fog. And now there were only Devils to pursue. Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell, of Hell and her seductions. The assassinated days, as a Caesar gone by. Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide. Lit demonic pyres, where once dying embers writhed. Sweetest Maleficia! |
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8. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
"So potent was the star, under which I was born. That I have done no one, in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! All Saints Day, the taint of rain. Blood and mud, and thunder all the same. To those who close, their ranks to Gille’s men. Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille. Creatures of the dark, creeping up and down the countryside. Brittle Angels out, to pasture once again. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, that the superstitions grew. Wise to the wolves, that surprised their children, gagged in sacks and dragged back to. Tiffauges! It’s roads now home, to a beautiful stranger. Lifting her veil, spinning her lies. Tender eyes, never-ending danger. It grows a rose that chose death, for it’s bedmuck. Prickles in wait, thanking her spies, trickling thighs her only hiccup. And though she walks the forest trails, she’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down, the path where darkness dwells. That night is rife with celebration, the tower sings. Where so much foul illumination, strikes a lighthouse for the things. That slither and slather, at the border of the pentagram, mid sour dreams. A beauty pageant, for the gathering damned, of slaughtered lambs, and tortured screams. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, in this castle of loup-garou. When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on. A parcel of victims now tied to. Tiffauges! Engorged on the hordes, of the anorexic. Cherubim forced, naked and blind. A holocaust mind, designed their exit. A libertine so grim, sometimes tore them limb from limb. Slitting their throats, pissing on graves, Jesus saved but the Devil made him. Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! |
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9. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
"Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poniards, with knives. Sometimes I suspended them in my room, from a pole or by a hook and chords, and strangled them. And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh..." The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. Whispers in the dismal mist, are full of crystal promises. Black rites begun in earnest, ignite Hell’s hungry furnace. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. The moon grinned full, the games were chaste. When the children first arrived. Now midnight shadows crawl apace, to darken counsel with their lives. Flesh and ecstasy as sport, are immortal vices of the highest order. Wherein devilry holds sway. Behind blind walls, where these cockatrice squalled. Their songs of Necronomicon, spoke out of Gilles De Rais. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. Each murdered son, each frozen rose handpicked, was gently fed. To the sumptuous one, in black and those, whose lives were thrown, in with the dead. The candles lit, the stage was set, as it was in sainted days. When censers swung and banners hung, on the Siege of Orleans, on the painted Seine. Now the castle floats in the drifting fog, torn from it’s moorings. Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell. As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices soaring, on a silver tide to Heaven, on a knife edge as they fell. The blade would plunge in virulent arcs, such wounds would stretch away. By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks, of the monster Gilles De Rais, Gilded Gilles De Rais! Comets vomited, the restless bells of crime, Peeled back skin from broken bonesm of Angels cut from the nicks of time. Festering faces with painted eyes, the prettiest kept to be thrust inside. Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side, caked in kissed goodbyes. Days faded in decay, the stench of perfume lied. No horror in the glades of man, was left for Barron to provide. So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart, and it’s sordid, morbid crack. No further atrocity could possibly surpass, unrewarded, bored, he turned his back. The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. |
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10. | Darkness Incarnate | 08:55 | Show lyrics |
"Something thicker than despair, rides upon the midnight air. The smell of blood, the taste of prey, we spy you hiding Gilles de Rais..." Under August swelter, after banquet and soiree. When spiced wine and song, have further heated veins. To the ninth degree as tenacula, hold another body in their sway. Gilles retires from the grasping fires, that will ashen the remains. Darkness incarnate! Demons in his semen, that once clung about the throats. Of children dragged, from cellars to his rooms. Now permeate the castle, all who sleep dream of the goat. That dark eclectic harbinger of doom. Nightingales sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted veils over bitter truth. The stairs ran helter-skelter, his bedchamber besieged. By phantoms who sheltered, in it’s furs, remorse. Sought to overwhelm him, like a lantern of disease. That shone on rotten faces, of those murdered out in force. Darkness incarnate! Fleeing ghosts so indisposed, to his Satanic love. Of children dragged, from cellars to his feast. He rose, a carnal wind opposed, to those that sat above. Tearing out into the forest like a beast. The night wind sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted sails over naked truth. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. The trees become obscenities, semen drip from every bough. As if he rooted Nature like a whore. Dryads tongued, under skirts of leaves, surrendering branches, that slenderly pleased. The Mocking orifices, and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew. Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue. The clotting of his heart, to a rank cantankerous tune. "Death is only a matter, of a little pain..." Beneath the sallow moonlight, in a wonderland of pain. Gilles fled back to the castle, terrified and drained. He sought his deep red velvet bed. and the sleep it preordained. Exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disembowelled. To where he stretched out, howling on all fours. Corpses tore at his legs and knees, as he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve. From a Lord that soared above the awful scene. He sobbed and wept, no voice was left, to scream, the dream, was not drubbed yet. He heard the horrors, hiss beside him. "Herod, you’ll regret..." "Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful..." "Oh my dearest Angels, go pray to God for me..." |
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11. | Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. Another night of blight, had slowly passed. The morning skies, once fresh and bright, darkened down no near twilight. Once could smell, the end of days were coming fast. Gilles wandered as in purgatory, beyond the grave of his estate. Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry, were present save projected hatred. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt. From guilt and doubt, there’s no way out. Ten leagues beneath contempt! Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. His choired chapel, sighed with his laments. As accusations reached a roar, investigations breached the door. He put up nothing save, his favours in defense. The Church stirred in it’s Roman lair, the grease had long been spent. Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there, ten leagues beneath contempt! Alas, I was happier, in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright and blood, than in any other pleasure..." Just one falter, one misplaced deed, and Gilles would be undone, as he teetered on the verge of defeat. Profaning God’s altar, bursting in on evening Mass. He threatened there, to crucify the priest. Drunk on fiery wine, with the storm lashing behind. He then threw this Philistine, to his foulest dungeon. And money owed or not, the Priest released or left to rot. His blatant sacrilege begot, a war machine of papal Rome. They came for him in mourning splendour, with the blessing of the Saints. His fawning grin in sweet surrender, a lesson in enforced restraint. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. He thought courts bought with golden crowns, rich Bishops he could tempt. But traitor’s gate was sought and found, ten leagues beneath contempt. |
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12. | Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
"This is the moment I go to God..." Burning like derision, on the prism of night. Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites. Meant to overpower, and bedizen his light. He paced his tower prison, with a dissonant appetite. The moon was black! Devil may care! Three times he’d glared, before his judges. Darkening there, with a Wormwood mind, and a gullet of poison. Asked, he thought the court a farce, his tongue as sharp as glass. A bastard to the last! This truth assassin tautened, his claws at the ruinous cast, flexing vexation at clerics aghast. In uproar he caused, the cross to be masked. And the hex of exile, from God’s Kingdom passed. Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died. The curse even clearer, on the sanity side. Banished from the lavish, tracts of paradise. From Heaven’s shored, poured to the sore divide. The moon was black! Devil may care! Their thunder sundered, all his veils. Thickening there, his beligerent pulse, to a sickening crawl. Yes, he’d fostered wickedness, fed vipers at his breast. Inflicted death’s caress! So now to suffer! He’d burn, discern, that his second turn. Would last for eternity, in reckoning flames. That night his plight, marched in demented Parades, o’er a rainbow of black magic scars. The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades. Deep in the sleep, of this heretic, barred. The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved. His epiphany struggled to come. But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared. Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun. All fears were smeared, when Joan had appeared, in a shower of tears. Last vestige of innocence. Yearning for her, vision of divinity. Of her miracles, and dreamt lyrical deeds. He would meet her, at the pyre as the fire kissed. And together they’d climb to God, entwined in bliss. Devil may care! He awed the court, with a sworn confession. Quickening there, his radiant death, and acute renewal. Thus the end was glorious, he went like Jesus trussed, to shadow and to dust. At the stroke of seven! And with thieves at both his hands, the Reaper of these lands, wept with holy plans, as he choked to Heaven. |
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13. | Corpseflower | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
"I have told you the truth, and everything as it happened. All the evil that I could do, has been accomplished. I am redeemable and I believe, the clemencies of God. And suffrages of the Holy Church, have succoured me with much mercy. I have only ever wished, to satisfy my desires..." |
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1. | Balsamic and Anathema | 06:05 | |
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2. | A Thousand Hands on the Maid of Ruin | 08:04 | |
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3. | Into the Crypts of Rays (Celtic Frost cover) | 04:10 | |
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4. | Devil to the Metal | 06:18 | |
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5. | Courting Baphomet | 05:17 | |
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6. | The Love of Death (remix) | 05:13 | |
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7. | The Death of Love (demo) | 07:16 | |
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8. | The 13th Caesar (demo) | 05:27 | |
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9. | Dirge Inferno (live) | 06:45 | |
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10. | Dusk and Her Embrace (live) | 05:46 | |
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Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Laura Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Carolyn Gretton | Vocals (lead, choirs) |
Luna Scarlett Davey | Vocals (child narration) |
Elissa Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Julie Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Leanne Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Tonya Kay | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (narration, harmonies) |
Rachel Marshall-Clarke | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) |
Liz Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Stephen Svanholm | Vocals (baritone) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography (band) |
David Ho | Artwork |
Travis Smith | Layout |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering (vocals) |
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1. | In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs | 02:27 | Show lyrics |
"When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder. As flights of fallen Angels wished me, Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder..." |
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2. | Shat Out of Hell | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Eclipsing violent centuries, like a dark scar over France. Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais! A warrior and a scholar, he fought for Joan of Arc, before she met with martyrdom in flames. Far from fairytale, a deathshead on his sail. A light that would not fail, beneath her spell. But the crucifix was veiled, when his decadence prevailed, in a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Frozen in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief. His wealth and power led him on, to the tainted gates of Babylon. Born beneath the howling stars, in a shower of golden Lys. A wolf cub with the world, between his sabre teeth. Torn between extremes of faith, the pious and the priests. He fed the Devil children, like he threw his mastiffs meat. Far from fairytale, the coffin and the nail. Descending to the pale, under the spell. Of Alchemists who failed, to clench the menstrual grail. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Grown so morbid without war, the wine corrupted, nightmares spored. His Lord’s betrayal, played no more, he beat upon the Devil’s door! Demanding pleasures, to replace Joan of Arc. Her epic grace had set aflame, his wolfheart with her truth. And when she died, his life of pride was lost to God. And in his crimes he turned, to raising Satan with the proof. Soon nightly, unsightly, offerings were made on a vulgar altar. And slowly, but surely, the darkness answered like a falling star. Far from fairytale, insanity exhaled. A full-blown winter gale, under it’s spell. Innocents assailed, were entered and impaled. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin, an egotist! He mourned both, war and glory. Schooled to win, whatever bored imagination spawned! |
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3. | The Death of Love | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
"Her penultimate sighs, called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth. And then a golden flash, like the onset of Heaven, leaving her screams, breaking my heart. And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love..." Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? What will you see, with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? There we will be, between the dead and dying. Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory, forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows, whilst the enemy reigns. Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. By command of the king of Heaven, came the death of love. Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? How will they see, when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? How will you keep, from it’s terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset, like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden, as she fell from her wound. But visions and ambition, never listened to submission. And she was on a mission, from the highest above. To Lord upon the slaughter, like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her, for the death of love. The righteous death of love! Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English, in a torrent of light. And as they rallied onto night, a cancer fled his soul, dissolving. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She made him click without desire, and in his eyes she swam a Goddess. And even when they caught her breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? How will you know, if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? Where will you be, when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee, and label me Pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all, that was enthroned and divine. He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove. Crimes he knew alone, derived from minds of the blind. The church unfurled for murder, perched upon the death of love. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She claimed the skies, were lit with spires. And in his eyes she swam a Goddess! And even when she fought for breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" |
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4. | The 13th Caesar | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, how my rampant desire, ripped from the presence of God. Now hungered like a beast, for the knowledge of evil..." When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. A cold and jagged abyss, bled of sense! The throne he earned, through God’s benevolence, started his own fall. Clothing ragged dogma, in his own magnificence. Here the stench, the gold events, the bold inventions of the will. Luxuries and splendours, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, kissing terrors with paralysis. His brash canvas insulted the view! Moving Heaven and Earth to please, the tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew, to assert the thirteenth Caesar. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. He swore henceforth, he would serve evil alone. Here the stench, the gold events, the insurrection of his will. Theatre and feasts, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, striking terror intro menaces. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! Suetonius and ovid, filled the moonstruck dreams, with the purple of Rome. His Venus of arena-blood was dead, and he was storming home. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! |
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5. | Tiffauges | 02:14 | Show lyrics |
"God can deny nothing to a De Rais! And should He ever, there is always the Devil..." |
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6. | Tragic Kingdom | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Dusk descended like a final curtain, on this stage only death was certain. Singing through the turrets, like a velvet serenade played near a grave. Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom, of a red setting sun, and a bloodletting moon. Applauded, then accorded them, portents of doom, almost too soon. They pissed upon the winds, that rocked the cradles. Laughing over those hovels, grovelling to wolves. They kissed and sinned, under overstocked tables. As the world outside, grew sodden and mauled. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Gilles sat sipping absinthe, from a goblet made of bone. As lightning ripped and danced, upon the flagstones. Wayward fantasies, marched on home! Now the treetops bowed to whisper, in a thin Disney veneer. They knew the howls so exquisitely honed, were those of children, disappeared. They’d listened to the winds, heard the murdered Abel. Re-christened in the, stone jaws of Tiffauges. Where the list of sins, grew beyond a fable. They now roared abroad, restless with debauch. Restless with debauch! Restless with debauch! This tragic kingdom, would see God’s Angels walk away... Satanic, enigmatic, his black magic was ecstatic. Megalomaniac in titanic displays! Dressed in the best, wicked britches of the West. He cut a mourning figure, in glorious swathe. But all his nightmares, would come true. Drowning in a stream, of unbounded pleasure. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! The moon bleared, through the skeletal trees. Averting her face, from congenital deeds. Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved, about this place, laced with demon seed. Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies, exonerated him from Gilles’ crimes. Announced his fears, one night of sighs, a night for cursing nursery rhymes. In the light of the fire, wrestling feckless shadows. The tracks get blacker, for this tragical kingdom! Gilles’ frightening wealth, his tightening grip on the weak, and the rubies that his coffers let slip. Steered to near ruin, in successive years, of the most of excess, and the best of it here. In the light of the fire, wrestling reckless shadows! |
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7. | Sweetest Maleficia | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
"I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub! By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. By the Virgin Mary and all the saints, to appear in person, so that you may speak to us, and fulfill our desires. Come at my bidding and I will grant you, whatever you want, however vile, and the curtailing of my life..." He would rise triumphant! All done up, on a plume of raven wings. Trafficking with sycophants, sharing his cup, amidst other graver things. Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. The devout faded out, but the pagan remained. The candles burnt low, and still nothing came. Bearing golden secrets, from a cold malevolent race. He would have his demon, he would have his vice! All save his soul, was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising, not a single hair. Everything stank, of witchcraft there. From the stained chapel, to the statued lawn. In Caprineum on the lake. To the still lit crypts, and the slit of dawn. Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake. He needed answers not advice, intending to devise. A lengthy train, of torture for the fool. Who thought a seance would suffice, or sighted, furred in dragonflies. The signature of Satan on a wall. Sweetest Maleficia! Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest. Returning with a spider, for the poisonous feast. The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin. His fingertips were scented with, the tears from seraphim cheeks. Part glamour and a hammer, cadaverous and glib. Commanding in a voice, of frozen peaks. He would have his demon, he would have his gold! Out of control, Gilles’ soul was sold. Under mistletoe, and the glistening snow. Kissing in the shadow, of abandoned saviours. "So I shall conjure thee, demons of the Netherworld..." The air was sick with trepidation, despair and desperation. Then he fixed his covenant in blood. Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty mead. His new world opened with a claret flood. Time was right, this wretched night, to etch the circles, clear again. As a labyrinth of razors, led a blind man to the stars. So too Prelati brought the dark. It’s name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire. They fed him shredded infants, on an altar full of scars. Entangled in a dream, the mirrors full of steam. He scarce could see, Joan’s face reflecting through. His last attempt to grasp at God, lay blackened in a holy fog. And now there were only Devils to pursue. Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell, of Hell and her seductions. The assassinated days, as a Caesar gone by. Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide. Lit demonic pyres, where once dying embers writhed. Sweetest Maleficia! |
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8. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
"So potent was the star, under which I was born. That I have done no one, in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! All Saints Day, the taint of rain. Blood and mud, and thunder all the same. To those who close, their ranks to Gille’s men. Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille. Creatures of the dark, creeping up and down the countryside. Brittle Angels out, to pasture once again. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, that the superstitions grew. Wise to the wolves, that surprised their children, gagged in sacks and dragged back to. Tiffauges! It’s roads now home, to a beautiful stranger. Lifting her veil, spinning her lies. Tender eyes, never-ending danger. It grows a rose that chose death, for it’s bedmuck. Prickles in wait, thanking her spies, trickling thighs her only hiccup. And though she walks the forest trails, she’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down, the path where darkness dwells. That night is rife with celebration, the tower sings. Where so much foul illumination, strikes a lighthouse for the things. That slither and slather, at the border of the pentagram, mid sour dreams. A beauty pageant, for the gathering damned, of slaughtered lambs, and tortured screams. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, in this castle of loup-garou. When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on. A parcel of victims now tied to. Tiffauges! Engorged on the hordes, of the anorexic. Cherubim forced, naked and blind. A holocaust mind, designed their exit. A libertine so grim, sometimes tore them limb from limb. Slitting their throats, pissing on graves, Jesus saved but the Devil made him. Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! |
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9. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
"Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poniards, with knives. Sometimes I suspended them in my room, from a pole or by a hook and chords, and strangled them. And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh..." The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. Whispers in the dismal mist, are full of crystal promises. Black rites begun in earnest, ignite Hell’s hungry furnace. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. The moon grinned full, the games were chaste. When the children first arrived. Now midnight shadows crawl apace, to darken counsel with their lives. Flesh and ecstasy as sport, are immortal vices of the highest order. Wherein devilry holds sway. Behind blind walls, where these cockatrice squalled. Their songs of Necronomicon, spoke out of Gilles De Rais. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. Each murdered son, each frozen rose handpicked, was gently fed. To the sumptuous one, in black and those, whose lives were thrown, in with the dead. The candles lit, the stage was set, as it was in sainted days. When censers swung and banners hung, on the Siege of Orleans, on the painted Seine. Now the castle floats in the drifting fog, torn from it’s moorings. Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell. As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices soaring, on a silver tide to Heaven, on a knife edge as they fell. The blade would plunge in virulent arcs, such wounds would stretch away. By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks, of the monster Gilles De Rais, Gilded Gilles De Rais! Comets vomited, the restless bells of crime, Peeled back skin from broken bonesm of Angels cut from the nicks of time. Festering faces with painted eyes, the prettiest kept to be thrust inside. Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side, caked in kissed goodbyes. Days faded in decay, the stench of perfume lied. No horror in the glades of man, was left for Barron to provide. So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart, and it’s sordid, morbid crack. No further atrocity could possibly surpass, unrewarded, bored, he turned his back. The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. |
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10. | Darkness Incarnate | 08:55 | Show lyrics |
"Something thicker than despair, rides upon the midnight air. The smell of blood, the taste of prey, we spy you hiding Gilles de Rais..." Under August swelter, after banquet and soiree. When spiced wine and song, have further heated veins. To the ninth degree as tenacula, hold another body in their sway. Gilles retires from the grasping fires, that will ashen the remains. Darkness incarnate! Demons in his semen, that once clung about the throats. Of children dragged, from cellars to his rooms. Now permeate the castle, all who sleep dream of the goat. That dark eclectic harbinger of doom. Nightingales sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted veils over bitter truth. The stairs ran helter-skelter, his bedchamber besieged. By phantoms who sheltered, in it’s furs, remorse. Sought to overwhelm him, like a lantern of disease. That shone on rotten faces, of those murdered out in force. Darkness incarnate! Fleeing ghosts so indisposed, to his Satanic love. Of children dragged, from cellars to his feast. He rose, a carnal wind opposed, to those that sat above. Tearing out into the forest like a beast. The night wind sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted sails over naked truth. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. The trees become obscenities, semen drip from every bough. As if he rooted Nature like a whore. Dryads tongued, under skirts of leaves, surrendering branches, that slenderly pleased. The Mocking orifices, and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew. Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue. The clotting of his heart, to a rank cantankerous tune. "Death is only a matter, of a little pain..." Beneath the sallow moonlight, in a wonderland of pain. Gilles fled back to the castle, terrified and drained. He sought his deep red velvet bed. and the sleep it preordained. Exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disembowelled. To where he stretched out, howling on all fours. Corpses tore at his legs and knees, as he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve. From a Lord that soared above the awful scene. He sobbed and wept, no voice was left, to scream, the dream, was not drubbed yet. He heard the horrors, hiss beside him. "Herod, you’ll regret..." "Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful..." "Oh my dearest Angels, go pray to God for me..." |
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11. | Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. Another night of blight, had slowly passed. The morning skies, once fresh and bright, darkened down no near twilight. Once could smell, the end of days were coming fast. Gilles wandered as in purgatory, beyond the grave of his estate. Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry, were present save projected hatred. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt. From guilt and doubt, there’s no way out. Ten leagues beneath contempt! Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. His choired chapel, sighed with his laments. As accusations reached a roar, investigations breached the door. He put up nothing save, his favours in defense. The Church stirred in it’s Roman lair, the grease had long been spent. Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there, ten leagues beneath contempt! Alas, I was happier, in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright and blood, than in any other pleasure..." Just one falter, one misplaced deed, and Gilles would be undone, as he teetered on the verge of defeat. Profaning God’s altar, bursting in on evening Mass. He threatened there, to crucify the priest. Drunk on fiery wine, with the storm lashing behind. He then threw this Philistine, to his foulest dungeon. And money owed or not, the Priest released or left to rot. His blatant sacrilege begot, a war machine of papal Rome. They came for him in mourning splendour, with the blessing of the Saints. His fawning grin in sweet surrender, a lesson in enforced restraint. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. He thought courts bought with golden crowns, rich Bishops he could tempt. But traitor’s gate was sought and found, ten leagues beneath contempt. |
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12. | Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
"This is the moment I go to God..." Burning like derision, on the prism of night. Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites. Meant to overpower, and bedizen his light. He paced his tower prison, with a dissonant appetite. The moon was black! Devil may care! Three times he’d glared, before his judges. Darkening there, with a Wormwood mind, and a gullet of poison. Asked, he thought the court a farce, his tongue as sharp as glass. A bastard to the last! This truth assassin tautened, his claws at the ruinous cast, flexing vexation at clerics aghast. In uproar he caused, the cross to be masked. And the hex of exile, from God’s Kingdom passed. Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died. The curse even clearer, on the sanity side. Banished from the lavish, tracts of paradise. From Heaven’s shored, poured to the sore divide. The moon was black! Devil may care! Their thunder sundered, all his veils. Thickening there, his beligerent pulse, to a sickening crawl. Yes, he’d fostered wickedness, fed vipers at his breast. Inflicted death’s caress! So now to suffer! He’d burn, discern, that his second turn. Would last for eternity, in reckoning flames. That night his plight, marched in demented Parades, o’er a rainbow of black magic scars. The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades. Deep in the sleep, of this heretic, barred. The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved. His epiphany struggled to come. But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared. Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun. All fears were smeared, when Joan had appeared, in a shower of tears. Last vestige of innocence. Yearning for her, vision of divinity. Of her miracles, and dreamt lyrical deeds. He would meet her, at the pyre as the fire kissed. And together they’d climb to God, entwined in bliss. Devil may care! He awed the court, with a sworn confession. Quickening there, his radiant death, and acute renewal. Thus the end was glorious, he went like Jesus trussed, to shadow and to dust. At the stroke of seven! And with thieves at both his hands, the Reaper of these lands, wept with holy plans, as he choked to Heaven. |
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13. | Corpseflower | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
"I have told you the truth, and everything as it happened. All the evil that I could do, has been accomplished. I am redeemable and I believe, the clemencies of God. And suffrages of the Holy Church, have succoured me with much mercy. I have only ever wished, to satisfy my desires..." |
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Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Laura Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Carolyn Gretton | Vocals (lead, choirs) |
Luna Scarlett Davey | Vocals (child narration) |
Elissa Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Julie Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Leanne Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Tonya Kay | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (narration, harmonies) |
Rachel Marshall-Clarke | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) |
Liz Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Stephen Svanholm | Vocals (baritone) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
David Ho | Artwork |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography (band) |
Travis Smith | Layout |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering (vocals) |
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1. | In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs | 02:27 | Show lyrics |
"When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder. As flights of fallen Angels wished me, Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder..." |
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2. | Shat Out of Hell | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Eclipsing violent centuries, like a dark scar over France. Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais! A warrior and a scholar, he fought for Joan of Arc, before she met with martyrdom in flames. Far from fairytale, a deathshead on his sail. A light that would not fail, beneath her spell. But the crucifix was veiled, when his decadence prevailed, in a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Frozen in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief. His wealth and power led him on, to the tainted gates of Babylon. Born beneath the howling stars, in a shower of golden Lys. A wolf cub with the world, between his sabre teeth. Torn between extremes of faith, the pious and the priests. He fed the Devil children, like he threw his mastiffs meat. Far from fairytale, the coffin and the nail. Descending to the pale, under the spell. Of Alchemists who failed, to clench the menstrual grail. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Grown so morbid without war, the wine corrupted, nightmares spored. His Lord’s betrayal, played no more, he beat upon the Devil’s door! Demanding pleasures, to replace Joan of Arc. Her epic grace had set aflame, his wolfheart with her truth. And when she died, his life of pride was lost to God. And in his crimes he turned, to raising Satan with the proof. Soon nightly, unsightly, offerings were made on a vulgar altar. And slowly, but surely, the darkness answered like a falling star. Far from fairytale, insanity exhaled. A full-blown winter gale, under it’s spell. Innocents assailed, were entered and impaled. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin, an egotist! He mourned both, war and glory. Schooled to win, whatever bored imagination spawned! |
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3. | The Death of Love | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
"Her penultimate sighs, called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth. And then a golden flash, like the onset of Heaven, leaving her screams, breaking my heart. And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love..." Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? What will you see, with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? There we will be, between the dead and dying. Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory, forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows, whilst the enemy reigns. Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. By command of the king of Heaven, came the death of love. Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? How will they see, when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? How will you keep, from it’s terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset, like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden, as she fell from her wound. But visions and ambition, never listened to submission. And she was on a mission, from the highest above. To Lord upon the slaughter, like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her, for the death of love. The righteous death of love! Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English, in a torrent of light. And as they rallied onto night, a cancer fled his soul, dissolving. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She made him click without desire, and in his eyes she swam a Goddess. And even when they caught her breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? How will you know, if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? Where will you be, when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee, and label me Pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all, that was enthroned and divine. He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove. Crimes he knew alone, derived from minds of the blind. The church unfurled for murder, perched upon the death of love. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She claimed the skies, were lit with spires. And in his eyes she swam a Goddess! And even when she fought for breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" |
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4. | The 13th Caesar | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, how my rampant desire, ripped from the presence of God. Now hungered like a beast, for the knowledge of evil..." When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. A cold and jagged abyss, bled of sense! The throne he earned, through God’s benevolence, started his own fall. Clothing ragged dogma, in his own magnificence. Here the stench, the gold events, the bold inventions of the will. Luxuries and splendours, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, kissing terrors with paralysis. His brash canvas insulted the view! Moving Heaven and Earth to please, the tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew, to assert the thirteenth Caesar. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. He swore henceforth, he would serve evil alone. Here the stench, the gold events, the insurrection of his will. Theatre and feasts, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, striking terror intro menaces. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! Suetonius and ovid, filled the moonstruck dreams, with the purple of Rome. His Venus of arena-blood was dead, and he was storming home. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! |
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5. | Tiffauges | 02:14 | Show lyrics |
"God can deny nothing to a De Rais! And should He ever, there is always the Devil..." |
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6. | Tragic Kingdom | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Dusk descended like a final curtain, on this stage only death was certain. Singing through the turrets, like a velvet serenade played near a grave. Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom, of a red setting sun, and a bloodletting moon. Applauded, then accorded them, portents of doom, almost too soon. They pissed upon the winds, that rocked the cradles. Laughing over those hovels, grovelling to wolves. They kissed and sinned, under overstocked tables. As the world outside, grew sodden and mauled. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Gilles sat sipping absinthe, from a goblet made of bone. As lightning ripped and danced, upon the flagstones. Wayward fantasies, marched on home! Now the treetops bowed to whisper, in a thin Disney veneer. They knew the howls so exquisitely honed, were those of children, disappeared. They’d listened to the winds, heard the murdered Abel. Re-christened in the, stone jaws of Tiffauges. Where the list of sins, grew beyond a fable. They now roared abroad, restless with debauch. Restless with debauch! Restless with debauch! This tragic kingdom, would see God’s Angels walk away... Satanic, enigmatic, his black magic was ecstatic. Megalomaniac in titanic displays! Dressed in the best, wicked britches of the West. He cut a mourning figure, in glorious swathe. But all his nightmares, would come true. Drowning in a stream, of unbounded pleasure. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! The moon bleared, through the skeletal trees. Averting her face, from congenital deeds. Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved, about this place, laced with demon seed. Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies, exonerated him from Gilles’ crimes. Announced his fears, one night of sighs, a night for cursing nursery rhymes. In the light of the fire, wrestling feckless shadows. The tracks get blacker, for this tragical kingdom! Gilles’ frightening wealth, his tightening grip on the weak, and the rubies that his coffers let slip. Steered to near ruin, in successive years, of the most of excess, and the best of it here. In the light of the fire, wrestling reckless shadows! |
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7. | Sweetest Maleficia | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
"I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub! By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. By the Virgin Mary and all the saints, to appear in person, so that you may speak to us, and fulfill our desires. Come at my bidding and I will grant you, whatever you want, however vile, and the curtailing of my life..." He would rise triumphant! All done up, on a plume of raven wings. Trafficking with sycophants, sharing his cup, amidst other graver things. Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. The devout faded out, but the pagan remained. The candles burnt low, and still nothing came. Bearing golden secrets, from a cold malevolent race. He would have his demon, he would have his vice! All save his soul, was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising, not a single hair. Everything stank, of witchcraft there. From the stained chapel, to the statued lawn. In Caprineum on the lake. To the still lit crypts, and the slit of dawn. Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake. He needed answers not advice, intending to devise. A lengthy train, of torture for the fool. Who thought a seance would suffice, or sighted, furred in dragonflies. The signature of Satan on a wall. Sweetest Maleficia! Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest. Returning with a spider, for the poisonous feast. The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin. His fingertips were scented with, the tears from seraphim cheeks. Part glamour and a hammer, cadaverous and glib. Commanding in a voice, of frozen peaks. He would have his demon, he would have his gold! Out of control, Gilles’ soul was sold. Under mistletoe, and the glistening snow. Kissing in the shadow, of abandoned saviours. "So I shall conjure thee, demons of the Netherworld..." The air was sick with trepidation, despair and desperation. Then he fixed his covenant in blood. Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty mead. His new world opened with a claret flood. Time was right, this wretched night, to etch the circles, clear again. As a labyrinth of razors, led a blind man to the stars. So too Prelati brought the dark. It’s name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire. They fed him shredded infants, on an altar full of scars. Entangled in a dream, the mirrors full of steam. He scarce could see, Joan’s face reflecting through. His last attempt to grasp at God, lay blackened in a holy fog. And now there were only Devils to pursue. Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell, of Hell and her seductions. The assassinated days, as a Caesar gone by. Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide. Lit demonic pyres, where once dying embers writhed. Sweetest Maleficia! |
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8. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
"So potent was the star, under which I was born. That I have done no one, in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! All Saints Day, the taint of rain. Blood and mud, and thunder all the same. To those who close, their ranks to Gille’s men. Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille. Creatures of the dark, creeping up and down the countryside. Brittle Angels out, to pasture once again. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, that the superstitions grew. Wise to the wolves, that surprised their children, gagged in sacks and dragged back to. Tiffauges! It’s roads now home, to a beautiful stranger. Lifting her veil, spinning her lies. Tender eyes, never-ending danger. It grows a rose that chose death, for it’s bedmuck. Prickles in wait, thanking her spies, trickling thighs her only hiccup. And though she walks the forest trails, she’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down, the path where darkness dwells. That night is rife with celebration, the tower sings. Where so much foul illumination, strikes a lighthouse for the things. That slither and slather, at the border of the pentagram, mid sour dreams. A beauty pageant, for the gathering damned, of slaughtered lambs, and tortured screams. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, in this castle of loup-garou. When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on. A parcel of victims now tied to. Tiffauges! Engorged on the hordes, of the anorexic. Cherubim forced, naked and blind. A holocaust mind, designed their exit. A libertine so grim, sometimes tore them limb from limb. Slitting their throats, pissing on graves, Jesus saved but the Devil made him. Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! |
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9. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
"Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poniards, with knives. Sometimes I suspended them in my room, from a pole or by a hook and chords, and strangled them. And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh..." The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. Whispers in the dismal mist, are full of crystal promises. Black rites begun in earnest, ignite Hell’s hungry furnace. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. The moon grinned full, the games were chaste. When the children first arrived. Now midnight shadows crawl apace, to darken counsel with their lives. Flesh and ecstasy as sport, are immortal vices of the highest order. Wherein devilry holds sway. Behind blind walls, where these cockatrice squalled. Their songs of Necronomicon, spoke out of Gilles De Rais. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. Each murdered son, each frozen rose handpicked, was gently fed. To the sumptuous one, in black and those, whose lives were thrown, in with the dead. The candles lit, the stage was set, as it was in sainted days. When censers swung and banners hung, on the Siege of Orleans, on the painted Seine. Now the castle floats in the drifting fog, torn from it’s moorings. Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell. As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices soaring, on a silver tide to Heaven, on a knife edge as they fell. The blade would plunge in virulent arcs, such wounds would stretch away. By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks, of the monster Gilles De Rais, Gilded Gilles De Rais! Comets vomited, the restless bells of crime, Peeled back skin from broken bonesm of Angels cut from the nicks of time. Festering faces with painted eyes, the prettiest kept to be thrust inside. Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side, caked in kissed goodbyes. Days faded in decay, the stench of perfume lied. No horror in the glades of man, was left for Barron to provide. So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart, and it’s sordid, morbid crack. No further atrocity could possibly surpass, unrewarded, bored, he turned his back. The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. |
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10. | Darkness Incarnate | 08:55 | Show lyrics |
"Something thicker than despair, rides upon the midnight air. The smell of blood, the taste of prey, we spy you hiding Gilles de Rais..." Under August swelter, after banquet and soiree. When spiced wine and song, have further heated veins. To the ninth degree as tenacula, hold another body in their sway. Gilles retires from the grasping fires, that will ashen the remains. Darkness incarnate! Demons in his semen, that once clung about the throats. Of children dragged, from cellars to his rooms. Now permeate the castle, all who sleep dream of the goat. That dark eclectic harbinger of doom. Nightingales sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted veils over bitter truth. The stairs ran helter-skelter, his bedchamber besieged. By phantoms who sheltered, in it’s furs, remorse. Sought to overwhelm him, like a lantern of disease. That shone on rotten faces, of those murdered out in force. Darkness incarnate! Fleeing ghosts so indisposed, to his Satanic love. Of children dragged, from cellars to his feast. He rose, a carnal wind opposed, to those that sat above. Tearing out into the forest like a beast. The night wind sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted sails over naked truth. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. The trees become obscenities, semen drip from every bough. As if he rooted Nature like a whore. Dryads tongued, under skirts of leaves, surrendering branches, that slenderly pleased. The Mocking orifices, and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew. Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue. The clotting of his heart, to a rank cantankerous tune. "Death is only a matter, of a little pain..." Beneath the sallow moonlight, in a wonderland of pain. Gilles fled back to the castle, terrified and drained. He sought his deep red velvet bed. and the sleep it preordained. Exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disembowelled. To where he stretched out, howling on all fours. Corpses tore at his legs and knees, as he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve. From a Lord that soared above the awful scene. He sobbed and wept, no voice was left, to scream, the dream, was not drubbed yet. He heard the horrors, hiss beside him. "Herod, you’ll regret..." "Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful..." "Oh my dearest Angels, go pray to God for me..." |
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11. | Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. Another night of blight, had slowly passed. The morning skies, once fresh and bright, darkened down no near twilight. Once could smell, the end of days were coming fast. Gilles wandered as in purgatory, beyond the grave of his estate. Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry, were present save projected hatred. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt. From guilt and doubt, there’s no way out. Ten leagues beneath contempt! Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. His choired chapel, sighed with his laments. As accusations reached a roar, investigations breached the door. He put up nothing save, his favours in defense. The Church stirred in it’s Roman lair, the grease had long been spent. Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there, ten leagues beneath contempt! Alas, I was happier, in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright and blood, than in any other pleasure..." Just one falter, one misplaced deed, and Gilles would be undone, as he teetered on the verge of defeat. Profaning God’s altar, bursting in on evening Mass. He threatened there, to crucify the priest. Drunk on fiery wine, with the storm lashing behind. He then threw this Philistine, to his foulest dungeon. And money owed or not, the Priest released or left to rot. His blatant sacrilege begot, a war machine of papal Rome. They came for him in mourning splendour, with the blessing of the Saints. His fawning grin in sweet surrender, a lesson in enforced restraint. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. He thought courts bought with golden crowns, rich Bishops he could tempt. But traitor’s gate was sought and found, ten leagues beneath contempt. |
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12. | Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
"This is the moment I go to God..." Burning like derision, on the prism of night. Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites. Meant to overpower, and bedizen his light. He paced his tower prison, with a dissonant appetite. The moon was black! Devil may care! Three times he’d glared, before his judges. Darkening there, with a Wormwood mind, and a gullet of poison. Asked, he thought the court a farce, his tongue as sharp as glass. A bastard to the last! This truth assassin tautened, his claws at the ruinous cast, flexing vexation at clerics aghast. In uproar he caused, the cross to be masked. And the hex of exile, from God’s Kingdom passed. Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died. The curse even clearer, on the sanity side. Banished from the lavish, tracts of paradise. From Heaven’s shored, poured to the sore divide. The moon was black! Devil may care! Their thunder sundered, all his veils. Thickening there, his beligerent pulse, to a sickening crawl. Yes, he’d fostered wickedness, fed vipers at his breast. Inflicted death’s caress! So now to suffer! He’d burn, discern, that his second turn. Would last for eternity, in reckoning flames. That night his plight, marched in demented Parades, o’er a rainbow of black magic scars. The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades. Deep in the sleep, of this heretic, barred. The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved. His epiphany struggled to come. But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared. Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun. All fears were smeared, when Joan had appeared, in a shower of tears. Last vestige of innocence. Yearning for her, vision of divinity. Of her miracles, and dreamt lyrical deeds. He would meet her, at the pyre as the fire kissed. And together they’d climb to God, entwined in bliss. Devil may care! He awed the court, with a sworn confession. Quickening there, his radiant death, and acute renewal. Thus the end was glorious, he went like Jesus trussed, to shadow and to dust. At the stroke of seven! And with thieves at both his hands, the Reaper of these lands, wept with holy plans, as he choked to Heaven. |
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13. | Corpseflower | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
"I have told you the truth, and everything as it happened. All the evil that I could do, has been accomplished. I am redeemable and I believe, the clemencies of God. And suffrages of the Holy Church, have succoured me with much mercy. I have only ever wished, to satisfy my desires..." |
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Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Carolyn Gretton | Vocals (lead, choirs) |
Laura Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Luna Scarlett Davey | Vocals (child narration) |
Elissa Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Julie Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Leanne Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (narration, harmonies) |
Tonya Kay | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) |
Rachel Marshall-Clarke | Vocals (choirs) |
Stephen Svanholm | Vocals (baritone) |
Liz Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography (band) |
David Ho | Artwork |
Travis Smith | Layout |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering (vocals) |
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1. | In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs | 02:27 | Show lyrics |
"When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder. As flights of fallen Angels wished me, Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder..." |
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2. | Shat Out of Hell | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Eclipsing violent centuries, like a dark scar over France. Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais! A warrior and a scholar, he fought for Joan of Arc, before she met with martyrdom in flames. Far from fairytale, a deathshead on his sail. A light that would not fail, beneath her spell. But the crucifix was veiled, when his decadence prevailed, in a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Frozen in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief. His wealth and power led him on, to the tainted gates of Babylon. Born beneath the howling stars, in a shower of golden Lys. A wolf cub with the world, between his sabre teeth. Torn between extremes of faith, the pious and the priests. He fed the Devil children, like he threw his mastiffs meat. Far from fairytale, the coffin and the nail. Descending to the pale, under the spell. Of Alchemists who failed, to clench the menstrual grail. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Grown so morbid without war, the wine corrupted, nightmares spored. His Lord’s betrayal, played no more, he beat upon the Devil’s door! Demanding pleasures, to replace Joan of Arc. Her epic grace had set aflame, his wolfheart with her truth. And when she died, his life of pride was lost to God. And in his crimes he turned, to raising Satan with the proof. Soon nightly, unsightly, offerings were made on a vulgar altar. And slowly, but surely, the darkness answered like a falling star. Far from fairytale, insanity exhaled. A full-blown winter gale, under it’s spell. Innocents assailed, were entered and impaled. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin, an egotist! He mourned both, war and glory. Schooled to win, whatever bored imagination spawned! |
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3. | The Death of Love | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
"Her penultimate sighs, called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth. And then a golden flash, like the onset of Heaven, leaving her screams, breaking my heart. And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love..." Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? What will you see, with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? There we will be, between the dead and dying. Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory, forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows, whilst the enemy reigns. Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. By command of the king of Heaven, came the death of love. Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? How will they see, when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? How will you keep, from it’s terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset, like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden, as she fell from her wound. But visions and ambition, never listened to submission. And she was on a mission, from the highest above. To Lord upon the slaughter, like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her, for the death of love. The righteous death of love! Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English, in a torrent of light. And as they rallied onto night, a cancer fled his soul, dissolving. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She made him click without desire, and in his eyes she swam a Goddess. And even when they caught her breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? How will you know, if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? Where will you be, when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee, and label me Pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all, that was enthroned and divine. He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove. Crimes he knew alone, derived from minds of the blind. The church unfurled for murder, perched upon the death of love. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She claimed the skies, were lit with spires. And in his eyes she swam a Goddess! And even when she fought for breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" |
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4. | The 13th Caesar | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, how my rampant desire, ripped from the presence of God. Now hungered like a beast, for the knowledge of evil..." When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. A cold and jagged abyss, bled of sense! The throne he earned, through God’s benevolence, started his own fall. Clothing ragged dogma, in his own magnificence. Here the stench, the gold events, the bold inventions of the will. Luxuries and splendours, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, kissing terrors with paralysis. His brash canvas insulted the view! Moving Heaven and Earth to please, the tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew, to assert the thirteenth Caesar. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. He swore henceforth, he would serve evil alone. Here the stench, the gold events, the insurrection of his will. Theatre and feasts, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, striking terror intro menaces. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! Suetonius and ovid, filled the moonstruck dreams, with the purple of Rome. His Venus of arena-blood was dead, and he was storming home. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! |
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5. | Tiffauges | 02:14 | Show lyrics |
"God can deny nothing to a De Rais! And should He ever, there is always the Devil..." |
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6. | Tragic Kingdom | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Dusk descended like a final curtain, on this stage only death was certain. Singing through the turrets, like a velvet serenade played near a grave. Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom, of a red setting sun, and a bloodletting moon. Applauded, then accorded them, portents of doom, almost too soon. They pissed upon the winds, that rocked the cradles. Laughing over those hovels, grovelling to wolves. They kissed and sinned, under overstocked tables. As the world outside, grew sodden and mauled. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Gilles sat sipping absinthe, from a goblet made of bone. As lightning ripped and danced, upon the flagstones. Wayward fantasies, marched on home! Now the treetops bowed to whisper, in a thin Disney veneer. They knew the howls so exquisitely honed, were those of children, disappeared. They’d listened to the winds, heard the murdered Abel. Re-christened in the, stone jaws of Tiffauges. Where the list of sins, grew beyond a fable. They now roared abroad, restless with debauch. Restless with debauch! Restless with debauch! This tragic kingdom, would see God’s Angels walk away... Satanic, enigmatic, his black magic was ecstatic. Megalomaniac in titanic displays! Dressed in the best, wicked britches of the West. He cut a mourning figure, in glorious swathe. But all his nightmares, would come true. Drowning in a stream, of unbounded pleasure. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! The moon bleared, through the skeletal trees. Averting her face, from congenital deeds. Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved, about this place, laced with demon seed. Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies, exonerated him from Gilles’ crimes. Announced his fears, one night of sighs, a night for cursing nursery rhymes. In the light of the fire, wrestling feckless shadows. The tracks get blacker, for this tragical kingdom! Gilles’ frightening wealth, his tightening grip on the weak, and the rubies that his coffers let slip. Steered to near ruin, in successive years, of the most of excess, and the best of it here. In the light of the fire, wrestling reckless shadows! |
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7. | Sweetest Maleficia | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
"I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub! By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. By the Virgin Mary and all the saints, to appear in person, so that you may speak to us, and fulfill our desires. Come at my bidding and I will grant you, whatever you want, however vile, and the curtailing of my life..." He would rise triumphant! All done up, on a plume of raven wings. Trafficking with sycophants, sharing his cup, amidst other graver things. Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. The devout faded out, but the pagan remained. The candles burnt low, and still nothing came. Bearing golden secrets, from a cold malevolent race. He would have his demon, he would have his vice! All save his soul, was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising, not a single hair. Everything stank, of witchcraft there. From the stained chapel, to the statued lawn. In Caprineum on the lake. To the still lit crypts, and the slit of dawn. Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake. He needed answers not advice, intending to devise. A lengthy train, of torture for the fool. Who thought a seance would suffice, or sighted, furred in dragonflies. The signature of Satan on a wall. Sweetest Maleficia! Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest. Returning with a spider, for the poisonous feast. The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin. His fingertips were scented with, the tears from seraphim cheeks. Part glamour and a hammer, cadaverous and glib. Commanding in a voice, of frozen peaks. He would have his demon, he would have his gold! Out of control, Gilles’ soul was sold. Under mistletoe, and the glistening snow. Kissing in the shadow, of abandoned saviours. "So I shall conjure thee, demons of the Netherworld..." The air was sick with trepidation, despair and desperation. Then he fixed his covenant in blood. Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty mead. His new world opened with a claret flood. Time was right, this wretched night, to etch the circles, clear again. As a labyrinth of razors, led a blind man to the stars. So too Prelati brought the dark. It’s name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire. They fed him shredded infants, on an altar full of scars. Entangled in a dream, the mirrors full of steam. He scarce could see, Joan’s face reflecting through. His last attempt to grasp at God, lay blackened in a holy fog. And now there were only Devils to pursue. Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell, of Hell and her seductions. The assassinated days, as a Caesar gone by. Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide. Lit demonic pyres, where once dying embers writhed. Sweetest Maleficia! |
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8. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
"So potent was the star, under which I was born. That I have done no one, in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! All Saints Day, the taint of rain. Blood and mud, and thunder all the same. To those who close, their ranks to Gille’s men. Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille. Creatures of the dark, creeping up and down the countryside. Brittle Angels out, to pasture once again. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, that the superstitions grew. Wise to the wolves, that surprised their children, gagged in sacks and dragged back to. Tiffauges! It’s roads now home, to a beautiful stranger. Lifting her veil, spinning her lies. Tender eyes, never-ending danger. It grows a rose that chose death, for it’s bedmuck. Prickles in wait, thanking her spies, trickling thighs her only hiccup. And though she walks the forest trails, she’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down, the path where darkness dwells. That night is rife with celebration, the tower sings. Where so much foul illumination, strikes a lighthouse for the things. That slither and slather, at the border of the pentagram, mid sour dreams. A beauty pageant, for the gathering damned, of slaughtered lambs, and tortured screams. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, in this castle of loup-garou. When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on. A parcel of victims now tied to. Tiffauges! Engorged on the hordes, of the anorexic. Cherubim forced, naked and blind. A holocaust mind, designed their exit. A libertine so grim, sometimes tore them limb from limb. Slitting their throats, pissing on graves, Jesus saved but the Devil made him. Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! |
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9. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
"Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poniards, with knives. Sometimes I suspended them in my room, from a pole or by a hook and chords, and strangled them. And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh..." The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. Whispers in the dismal mist, are full of crystal promises. Black rites begun in earnest, ignite Hell’s hungry furnace. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. The moon grinned full, the games were chaste. When the children first arrived. Now midnight shadows crawl apace, to darken counsel with their lives. Flesh and ecstasy as sport, are immortal vices of the highest order. Wherein devilry holds sway. Behind blind walls, where these cockatrice squalled. Their songs of Necronomicon, spoke out of Gilles De Rais. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. Each murdered son, each frozen rose handpicked, was gently fed. To the sumptuous one, in black and those, whose lives were thrown, in with the dead. The candles lit, the stage was set, as it was in sainted days. When censers swung and banners hung, on the Siege of Orleans, on the painted Seine. Now the castle floats in the drifting fog, torn from it’s moorings. Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell. As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices soaring, on a silver tide to Heaven, on a knife edge as they fell. The blade would plunge in virulent arcs, such wounds would stretch away. By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks, of the monster Gilles De Rais, Gilded Gilles De Rais! Comets vomited, the restless bells of crime, Peeled back skin from broken bonesm of Angels cut from the nicks of time. Festering faces with painted eyes, the prettiest kept to be thrust inside. Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side, caked in kissed goodbyes. Days faded in decay, the stench of perfume lied. No horror in the glades of man, was left for Barron to provide. So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart, and it’s sordid, morbid crack. No further atrocity could possibly surpass, unrewarded, bored, he turned his back. The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. |
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10. | Darkness Incarnate | 08:55 | Show lyrics |
"Something thicker than despair, rides upon the midnight air. The smell of blood, the taste of prey, we spy you hiding Gilles de Rais..." Under August swelter, after banquet and soiree. When spiced wine and song, have further heated veins. To the ninth degree as tenacula, hold another body in their sway. Gilles retires from the grasping fires, that will ashen the remains. Darkness incarnate! Demons in his semen, that once clung about the throats. Of children dragged, from cellars to his rooms. Now permeate the castle, all who sleep dream of the goat. That dark eclectic harbinger of doom. Nightingales sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted veils over bitter truth. The stairs ran helter-skelter, his bedchamber besieged. By phantoms who sheltered, in it’s furs, remorse. Sought to overwhelm him, like a lantern of disease. That shone on rotten faces, of those murdered out in force. Darkness incarnate! Fleeing ghosts so indisposed, to his Satanic love. Of children dragged, from cellars to his feast. He rose, a carnal wind opposed, to those that sat above. Tearing out into the forest like a beast. The night wind sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted sails over naked truth. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. The trees become obscenities, semen drip from every bough. As if he rooted Nature like a whore. Dryads tongued, under skirts of leaves, surrendering branches, that slenderly pleased. The Mocking orifices, and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew. Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue. The clotting of his heart, to a rank cantankerous tune. "Death is only a matter, of a little pain..." Beneath the sallow moonlight, in a wonderland of pain. Gilles fled back to the castle, terrified and drained. He sought his deep red velvet bed. and the sleep it preordained. Exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disembowelled. To where he stretched out, howling on all fours. Corpses tore at his legs and knees, as he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve. From a Lord that soared above the awful scene. He sobbed and wept, no voice was left, to scream, the dream, was not drubbed yet. He heard the horrors, hiss beside him. "Herod, you’ll regret..." "Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful..." "Oh my dearest Angels, go pray to God for me..." |
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11. | Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. Another night of blight, had slowly passed. The morning skies, once fresh and bright, darkened down no near twilight. Once could smell, the end of days were coming fast. Gilles wandered as in purgatory, beyond the grave of his estate. Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry, were present save projected hatred. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt. From guilt and doubt, there’s no way out. Ten leagues beneath contempt! Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. His choired chapel, sighed with his laments. As accusations reached a roar, investigations breached the door. He put up nothing save, his favours in defense. The Church stirred in it’s Roman lair, the grease had long been spent. Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there, ten leagues beneath contempt! Alas, I was happier, in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright and blood, than in any other pleasure..." Just one falter, one misplaced deed, and Gilles would be undone, as he teetered on the verge of defeat. Profaning God’s altar, bursting in on evening Mass. He threatened there, to crucify the priest. Drunk on fiery wine, with the storm lashing behind. He then threw this Philistine, to his foulest dungeon. And money owed or not, the Priest released or left to rot. His blatant sacrilege begot, a war machine of papal Rome. They came for him in mourning splendour, with the blessing of the Saints. His fawning grin in sweet surrender, a lesson in enforced restraint. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. He thought courts bought with golden crowns, rich Bishops he could tempt. But traitor’s gate was sought and found, ten leagues beneath contempt. |
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12. | Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
"This is the moment I go to God..." Burning like derision, on the prism of night. Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites. Meant to overpower, and bedizen his light. He paced his tower prison, with a dissonant appetite. The moon was black! Devil may care! Three times he’d glared, before his judges. Darkening there, with a Wormwood mind, and a gullet of poison. Asked, he thought the court a farce, his tongue as sharp as glass. A bastard to the last! This truth assassin tautened, his claws at the ruinous cast, flexing vexation at clerics aghast. In uproar he caused, the cross to be masked. And the hex of exile, from God’s Kingdom passed. Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died. The curse even clearer, on the sanity side. Banished from the lavish, tracts of paradise. From Heaven’s shored, poured to the sore divide. The moon was black! Devil may care! Their thunder sundered, all his veils. Thickening there, his beligerent pulse, to a sickening crawl. Yes, he’d fostered wickedness, fed vipers at his breast. Inflicted death’s caress! So now to suffer! He’d burn, discern, that his second turn. Would last for eternity, in reckoning flames. That night his plight, marched in demented Parades, o’er a rainbow of black magic scars. The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades. Deep in the sleep, of this heretic, barred. The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved. His epiphany struggled to come. But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared. Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun. All fears were smeared, when Joan had appeared, in a shower of tears. Last vestige of innocence. Yearning for her, vision of divinity. Of her miracles, and dreamt lyrical deeds. He would meet her, at the pyre as the fire kissed. And together they’d climb to God, entwined in bliss. Devil may care! He awed the court, with a sworn confession. Quickening there, his radiant death, and acute renewal. Thus the end was glorious, he went like Jesus trussed, to shadow and to dust. At the stroke of seven! And with thieves at both his hands, the Reaper of these lands, wept with holy plans, as he choked to Heaven. |
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13. | Corpseflower | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
"I have told you the truth, and everything as it happened. All the evil that I could do, has been accomplished. I am redeemable and I believe, the clemencies of God. And suffrages of the Holy Church, have succoured me with much mercy. I have only ever wished, to satisfy my desires..." |
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Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
David Pybus | Bass |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Carolyn Gretton | Vocals (lead, choirs) |
Laura Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Luna Scarlett Davey | Vocals (child narration) |
Elissa Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Julie Devins | Vocals (choirs) |
Leanne Harrison | Vocals (choirs) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Keyboards |
Tonya Kay | Vocals (choirs) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (narration, harmonies) |
Rachel Marshall-Clarke | Vocals (choirs) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) |
Stephen Svanholm | Vocals (baritone) |
Liz Willgoose | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
David Ho | Artwork |
Daragh McDonagh | Photography (band) |
Travis Smith | Layout |
Andy Sneap | Producer, Mixing, Mastering, Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering (vocals) |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | In Grandeur and Frankincense Devilment Stirs | 02:27 | Show lyrics |
"When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder. As flights of fallen Angels wished me, Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder..." |
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2. | Shat Out of Hell | 05:03 | Show lyrics |
Eclipsing violent centuries, like a dark scar over France. Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais! A warrior and a scholar, he fought for Joan of Arc, before she met with martyrdom in flames. Far from fairytale, a deathshead on his sail. A light that would not fail, beneath her spell. But the crucifix was veiled, when his decadence prevailed, in a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Frozen in iniquity, a passion for awe in an age of grief. His wealth and power led him on, to the tainted gates of Babylon. Born beneath the howling stars, in a shower of golden Lys. A wolf cub with the world, between his sabre teeth. Torn between extremes of faith, the pious and the priests. He fed the Devil children, like he threw his mastiffs meat. Far from fairytale, the coffin and the nail. Descending to the pale, under the spell. Of Alchemists who failed, to clench the menstrual grail. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Grown so morbid without war, the wine corrupted, nightmares spored. His Lord’s betrayal, played no more, he beat upon the Devil’s door! Demanding pleasures, to replace Joan of Arc. Her epic grace had set aflame, his wolfheart with her truth. And when she died, his life of pride was lost to God. And in his crimes he turned, to raising Satan with the proof. Soon nightly, unsightly, offerings were made on a vulgar altar. And slowly, but surely, the darkness answered like a falling star. Far from fairytale, insanity exhaled. A full-blown winter gale, under it’s spell. Innocents assailed, were entered and impaled. In a drench of red regaled, he was shat out of Hell. Shat out of Hell! Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin, an egotist! He mourned both, war and glory. Schooled to win, whatever bored imagination spawned! |
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3. | The Death of Love | 07:13 | Show lyrics |
"Her penultimate sighs, called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth. And then a golden flash, like the onset of Heaven, leaving her screams, breaking my heart. And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love..." Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? What will you see, with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they tense for warfare? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? There we will be, between the dead and dying. Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when God is glorifying? Prophecies and glory, forge a massive disdain. For lying passive in the shadows, whilst the enemy reigns. Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. By command of the king of Heaven, came the death of love. Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? How will they see, when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they’re vilifying? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? How will you keep, from it’s terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset, like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden, as she fell from her wound. But visions and ambition, never listened to submission. And she was on a mission, from the highest above. To Lord upon the slaughter, like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her, for the death of love. The righteous death of love! Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white armour. Blazed against the English, in a torrent of light. And as they rallied onto night, a cancer fled his soul, dissolving. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She made him click without desire, and in his eyes she swam a Goddess. And even when they caught her breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? How will you know, if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe, when their wheels are turning? Where will you be, when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee, and label me Pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be, when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all, that was enthroned and divine. He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove. Crimes he knew alone, derived from minds of the blind. The church unfurled for murder, perched upon the death of love. Framed amid the thick of fire, aflame, a Valkyrie. She claimed the skies, were lit with spires. And in his eyes she swam a Goddess! And even when she fought for breath, her words would leave a scar. "For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars!" |
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4. | The 13th Caesar | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
"Oh, how my rampant desire, ripped from the presence of God. Now hungered like a beast, for the knowledge of evil..." When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. A cold and jagged abyss, bled of sense! The throne he earned, through God’s benevolence, started his own fall. Clothing ragged dogma, in his own magnificence. Here the stench, the gold events, the bold inventions of the will. Luxuries and splendours, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, kissing terrors with paralysis. His brash canvas insulted the view! Moving Heaven and Earth to please, the tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew, to assert the thirteenth Caesar. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! When Joan was burnt, he knew malevolence, at the heart of all. He swore henceforth, he would serve evil alone. Here the stench, the gold events, the insurrection of his will. Theatre and feasts, past the ken of mortal men. Every wanton bent desire, went fulfilled. A Daemon sat upon the top of the world, like a Herod over Genesis. They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled, striking terror intro menaces. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! Suetonius and ovid, filled the moonstruck dreams, with the purple of Rome. His Venus of arena-blood was dead, and he was storming home. The thirteenth Caesar! Ichor kicked inside his veins. The thirteenth Caesar! War was licked for shame. The thirteenth Caesar! Sicker, but just as vain. The thirteenth Caesar, Gilles De Rais! |
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Side B | |||
5. | Tiffauges | 02:14 | Show lyrics |
"God can deny nothing to a De Rais! And should He ever, there is always the Devil..." |
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6. | Tragic Kingdom | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Dusk descended like a final curtain, on this stage only death was certain. Singing through the turrets, like a velvet serenade played near a grave. Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom, of a red setting sun, and a bloodletting moon. Applauded, then accorded them, portents of doom, almost too soon. They pissed upon the winds, that rocked the cradles. Laughing over those hovels, grovelling to wolves. They kissed and sinned, under overstocked tables. As the world outside, grew sodden and mauled. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! Gilles sat sipping absinthe, from a goblet made of bone. As lightning ripped and danced, upon the flagstones. Wayward fantasies, marched on home! Now the treetops bowed to whisper, in a thin Disney veneer. They knew the howls so exquisitely honed, were those of children, disappeared. They’d listened to the winds, heard the murdered Abel. Re-christened in the, stone jaws of Tiffauges. Where the list of sins, grew beyond a fable. They now roared abroad, restless with debauch. Restless with debauch! Restless with debauch! This tragic kingdom, would see God’s Angels walk away... Satanic, enigmatic, his black magic was ecstatic. Megalomaniac in titanic displays! Dressed in the best, wicked britches of the West. He cut a mourning figure, in glorious swathe. But all his nightmares, would come true. Drowning in a stream, of unbounded pleasure. Here sat Babylon! Fattened by the purses, of the worst and wrong. Where the decadent tastes, of Hell grew strong. Like a curse upon, this tragic kingdom! The moon bleared, through the skeletal trees. Averting her face, from congenital deeds. Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved, about this place, laced with demon seed. Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies, exonerated him from Gilles’ crimes. Announced his fears, one night of sighs, a night for cursing nursery rhymes. In the light of the fire, wrestling feckless shadows. The tracks get blacker, for this tragical kingdom! Gilles’ frightening wealth, his tightening grip on the weak, and the rubies that his coffers let slip. Steered to near ruin, in successive years, of the most of excess, and the best of it here. In the light of the fire, wrestling reckless shadows! |
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7. | Sweetest Maleficia | 05:59 | Show lyrics |
"I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub! By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. By the Virgin Mary and all the saints, to appear in person, so that you may speak to us, and fulfill our desires. Come at my bidding and I will grant you, whatever you want, however vile, and the curtailing of my life..." He would rise triumphant! All done up, on a plume of raven wings. Trafficking with sycophants, sharing his cup, amidst other graver things. Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. The devout faded out, but the pagan remained. The candles burnt low, and still nothing came. Bearing golden secrets, from a cold malevolent race. He would have his demon, he would have his vice! All save his soul, was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising, not a single hair. Everything stank, of witchcraft there. From the stained chapel, to the statued lawn. In Caprineum on the lake. To the still lit crypts, and the slit of dawn. Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake. He needed answers not advice, intending to devise. A lengthy train, of torture for the fool. Who thought a seance would suffice, or sighted, furred in dragonflies. The signature of Satan on a wall. Sweetest Maleficia! Alchemists and sorcerers, stitched his head, with the stench of pitch and myrrh. Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest. Returning with a spider, for the poisonous feast. The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin. His fingertips were scented with, the tears from seraphim cheeks. Part glamour and a hammer, cadaverous and glib. Commanding in a voice, of frozen peaks. He would have his demon, he would have his gold! Out of control, Gilles’ soul was sold. Under mistletoe, and the glistening snow. Kissing in the shadow, of abandoned saviours. "So I shall conjure thee, demons of the Netherworld..." The air was sick with trepidation, despair and desperation. Then he fixed his covenant in blood. Now all was rich and tapestried, fragrant wine to shitty mead. His new world opened with a claret flood. Time was right, this wretched night, to etch the circles, clear again. As a labyrinth of razors, led a blind man to the stars. So too Prelati brought the dark. It’s name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar, imbibed with fire. They fed him shredded infants, on an altar full of scars. Entangled in a dream, the mirrors full of steam. He scarce could see, Joan’s face reflecting through. His last attempt to grasp at God, lay blackened in a holy fog. And now there were only Devils to pursue. Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell, of Hell and her seductions. The assassinated days, as a Caesar gone by. Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide. Lit demonic pyres, where once dying embers writhed. Sweetest Maleficia! |
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8. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:37 | Show lyrics |
"So potent was the star, under which I was born. That I have done no one, in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! All Saints Day, the taint of rain. Blood and mud, and thunder all the same. To those who close, their ranks to Gille’s men. Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille. Creatures of the dark, creeping up and down the countryside. Brittle Angels out, to pasture once again. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, that the superstitions grew. Wise to the wolves, that surprised their children, gagged in sacks and dragged back to. Tiffauges! It’s roads now home, to a beautiful stranger. Lifting her veil, spinning her lies. Tender eyes, never-ending danger. It grows a rose that chose death, for it’s bedmuck. Prickles in wait, thanking her spies, trickling thighs her only hiccup. And though she walks the forest trails, she’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down, the path where darkness dwells. That night is rife with celebration, the tower sings. Where so much foul illumination, strikes a lighthouse for the things. That slither and slather, at the border of the pentagram, mid sour dreams. A beauty pageant, for the gathering damned, of slaughtered lambs, and tortured screams. Torture garden rules of thumb apply, to sacred flesh and the naked eye. Golgothic this erotica, stinking of honey and worse, sulphur. So black was the magic, in this tragical kingdom, in this castle of loup-garou. When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on. A parcel of victims now tied to. Tiffauges! Engorged on the hordes, of the anorexic. Cherubim forced, naked and blind. A holocaust mind, designed their exit. A libertine so grim, sometimes tore them limb from limb. Slitting their throats, pissing on graves, Jesus saved but the Devil made him. Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum! |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life | 08:58 | Show lyrics |
"Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poniards, with knives. Sometimes I suspended them in my room, from a pole or by a hook and chords, and strangled them. And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh..." The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. Whispers in the dismal mist, are full of crystal promises. Black rites begun in earnest, ignite Hell’s hungry furnace. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. The moon grinned full, the games were chaste. When the children first arrived. Now midnight shadows crawl apace, to darken counsel with their lives. Flesh and ecstasy as sport, are immortal vices of the highest order. Wherein devilry holds sway. Behind blind walls, where these cockatrice squalled. Their songs of Necronomicon, spoke out of Gilles De Rais. Behold the bold, inauguration of the darkside. Demonic passions climbing, ill-fated stars aligning. Tonight these sights, are guaranteed to feed the master. The tide of blood is rising, his gifts will be providing. Unmasked, the Phantom Lord De Rais. Haunts the furthest tower, wherein Death has sucked the hour. There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay, and drooling razors next to come, unspool red secrets from the young. Each murdered son, each frozen rose handpicked, was gently fed. To the sumptuous one, in black and those, whose lives were thrown, in with the dead. The candles lit, the stage was set, as it was in sainted days. When censers swung and banners hung, on the Siege of Orleans, on the painted Seine. Now the castle floats in the drifting fog, torn from it’s moorings. Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell. As innocents entreat a shifting God, their voices soaring, on a silver tide to Heaven, on a knife edge as they fell. The blade would plunge in virulent arcs, such wounds would stretch away. By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks, of the monster Gilles De Rais, Gilded Gilles De Rais! Comets vomited, the restless bells of crime, Peeled back skin from broken bonesm of Angels cut from the nicks of time. Festering faces with painted eyes, the prettiest kept to be thrust inside. Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side, caked in kissed goodbyes. Days faded in decay, the stench of perfume lied. No horror in the glades of man, was left for Barron to provide. So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart, and it’s sordid, morbid crack. No further atrocity could possibly surpass, unrewarded, bored, he turned his back. The evening air laps thick about, the stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims. As dusk now slips away! Where taught to run, the rotten tongue, of a hotter Götterdämmerung, has started licking like a flame. |
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2. | Darkness Incarnate | 08:55 | Show lyrics |
"Something thicker than despair, rides upon the midnight air. The smell of blood, the taste of prey, we spy you hiding Gilles de Rais..." Under August swelter, after banquet and soiree. When spiced wine and song, have further heated veins. To the ninth degree as tenacula, hold another body in their sway. Gilles retires from the grasping fires, that will ashen the remains. Darkness incarnate! Demons in his semen, that once clung about the throats. Of children dragged, from cellars to his rooms. Now permeate the castle, all who sleep dream of the goat. That dark eclectic harbinger of doom. Nightingales sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted veils over bitter truth. The stairs ran helter-skelter, his bedchamber besieged. By phantoms who sheltered, in it’s furs, remorse. Sought to overwhelm him, like a lantern of disease. That shone on rotten faces, of those murdered out in force. Darkness incarnate! Fleeing ghosts so indisposed, to his Satanic love. Of children dragged, from cellars to his feast. He rose, a carnal wind opposed, to those that sat above. Tearing out into the forest like a beast. The night wind sang of tragedy, whispers were made of blasphemy. Vain, insane, this brute aloof, drew tainted sails over naked truth. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. The trees become obscenities, semen drip from every bough. As if he rooted Nature like a whore. Dryads tongued, under skirts of leaves, surrendering branches, that slenderly pleased. The Mocking orifices, and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew. Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue. The clotting of his heart, to a rank cantankerous tune. "Death is only a matter, of a little pain..." Beneath the sallow moonlight, in a wonderland of pain. Gilles fled back to the castle, terrified and drained. He sought his deep red velvet bed. and the sleep it preordained. Exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again. Madness clouded everything, like a lycanthropic shroud. And through it’s ghastly lineaments he saw. Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disembowelled. To where he stretched out, howling on all fours. Corpses tore at his legs and knees, as he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve. From a Lord that soared above the awful scene. He sobbed and wept, no voice was left, to scream, the dream, was not drubbed yet. He heard the horrors, hiss beside him. "Herod, you’ll regret..." "Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful..." "Oh my dearest Angels, go pray to God for me..." |
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4. | Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt | 04:58 | Show lyrics |
Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. Another night of blight, had slowly passed. The morning skies, once fresh and bright, darkened down no near twilight. Once could smell, the end of days were coming fast. Gilles wandered as in purgatory, beyond the grave of his estate. Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry, were present save projected hatred. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt. From guilt and doubt, there’s no way out. Ten leagues beneath contempt! Awaking in a sweat, forsaking pleasure for regret. His choired chapel, sighed with his laments. As accusations reached a roar, investigations breached the door. He put up nothing save, his favours in defense. The Church stirred in it’s Roman lair, the grease had long been spent. Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there, ten leagues beneath contempt! Alas, I was happier, in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright and blood, than in any other pleasure..." Just one falter, one misplaced deed, and Gilles would be undone, as he teetered on the verge of defeat. Profaning God’s altar, bursting in on evening Mass. He threatened there, to crucify the priest. Drunk on fiery wine, with the storm lashing behind. He then threw this Philistine, to his foulest dungeon. And money owed or not, the Priest released or left to rot. His blatant sacrilege begot, a war machine of papal Rome. They came for him in mourning splendour, with the blessing of the Saints. His fawning grin in sweet surrender, a lesson in enforced restraint. He knew suspicion, he felt derision, and grief like a sharpened stake. Pierce his heart and now the start, of his unknitting began to take. He thought courts bought with golden crowns, rich Bishops he could tempt. But traitor’s gate was sought and found, ten leagues beneath contempt. |
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5. | Balsamic and Anathema | 06:05 | Show lyrics |
"No human power Can stop the will of heaven From being asserted" Worming through the dark Of Ezekiel and Mark Through the chapters of Honorius Gilles, as in a trance Screwed the pages up and danced Courting something vainly glorious He walked the gravest night That decrepit final juncture of doom and negativity Reeking of death And the gloom of Stygian light When suddenly, the faintest whisper! A curtain opened in a painted vista Moonbeams swept into his dream... Balsamic and anathema Balsamic and anathema Prelati full of stars Magical, ecstatic stars That sparkled, no debacle sought to douse His fiery omnipresence Hissed at heaven, evanescent He was here to thwart the burning of his Faust The gates were prised, the phantom horses Snorted, restless to be gone With enchantment’s eyes upon the door He cried: ’Come with me now!’ Gilles balked, the thought of life Accused and pursued and overridden by morbidity Saddened his breath For those destined for his knife Then suddenly, the strangest feeling One that left the angels reeling Atonement crept into his midst Balsamic and anathema Balsamic and anathema Prelati, full of stars This abductor of his heart Promised him horizons free of pain But all the grand designs Magic signs and midnight wines In the dream-world couldn’t hope to swerve his aim He would stay and face his slayers Cardinals and courtroom players Whilst Prelati must now flee before The pure and azure dawn... The gates were wide, the phantom horses Snorted, restless to be gone With enchantment’s eyes upon the door Once more he cried: ’Come with me now!’ Prelati full of stars Tried to pull him from the dance Summoning his Barron to perform But as the Demon rose In sweet miracles of prose And propaganda, came a proper bible storm Lightning - grinning, froze On this murder-site of crows And from the scattered ashes stepped a sylph The maiden Joan of Arc Crept more beautiful and dark A paradise, a cradle free of filth She was chaste beyond all graces The face of faith illuminated More precious than Prelati’s spell A Goddess in a dream... (Tomorrow we’ll follow the path of God And listen, the gruesome has blessed for those... Tomorrow we’ll follow the path of God And listen, the gruesome has blessed for those...) And trembling in her perfect arms Her eyes a thousand golden psalms That glittered as on Christmas night He wept like Hallowe’en He held the scene, the poignant gleam Of peace and great serenity Close to his heart, her parting kiss He slept to wake released in bliss (Tomorrow we’ll follow the path of God And listen, the gruesome has blessed for those... Tomorrow we’ll follow the path of God And listen, the gruesome has blessed for those... Tomorrow we’ll follow the path of God And listen, the gruesome has blessed for those... Tomorrow we’ll follow the path of God) |
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6. | Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder | 05:36 | Show lyrics |
"This is the moment I go to God..." Burning like derision, on the prism of night. Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites. Meant to overpower, and bedizen his light. He paced his tower prison, with a dissonant appetite. The moon was black! Devil may care! Three times he’d glared, before his judges. Darkening there, with a Wormwood mind, and a gullet of poison. Asked, he thought the court a farce, his tongue as sharp as glass. A bastard to the last! This truth assassin tautened, his claws at the ruinous cast, flexing vexation at clerics aghast. In uproar he caused, the cross to be masked. And the hex of exile, from God’s Kingdom passed. Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died. The curse even clearer, on the sanity side. Banished from the lavish, tracts of paradise. From Heaven’s shored, poured to the sore divide. The moon was black! Devil may care! Their thunder sundered, all his veils. Thickening there, his beligerent pulse, to a sickening crawl. Yes, he’d fostered wickedness, fed vipers at his breast. Inflicted death’s caress! So now to suffer! He’d burn, discern, that his second turn. Would last for eternity, in reckoning flames. That night his plight, marched in demented Parades, o’er a rainbow of black magic scars. The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades. Deep in the sleep, of this heretic, barred. The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved. His epiphany struggled to come. But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared. Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun. All fears were smeared, when Joan had appeared, in a shower of tears. Last vestige of innocence. Yearning for her, vision of divinity. Of her miracles, and dreamt lyrical deeds. He would meet her, at the pyre as the fire kissed. And together they’d climb to God, entwined in bliss. Devil may care! He awed the court, with a sworn confession. Quickening there, his radiant death, and acute renewal. Thus the end was glorious, he went like Jesus trussed, to shadow and to dust. At the stroke of seven! And with thieves at both his hands, the Reaper of these lands, wept with holy plans, as he choked to Heaven. |
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7. | Corpseflower | 02:41 | Show lyrics |
"I have told you the truth, and everything as it happened. All the evil that I could do, has been accomplished. I am redeemable and I believe, the clemencies of God. And suffrages of the Holy Church, have succoured me with much mercy. I have only ever wished, to satisfy my desires..." |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Ralph Woodward | Conductor, Arranger |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Mixing, Engineering |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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2. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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3. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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4. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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5. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Hide disc notes |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Hide disc notes |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Hide disc notes |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Hide disc notes |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Hide disc notes |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Hide disc notes |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Hide disc notes |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Hide disc notes |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Hide disc notes |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Hide disc notes |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Hide disc notes |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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1. | Beast of Extermination | 05:32 | Hide disc notes |
"Kill a man and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone and you are a God." [Jean Rostard (1955)] Born of the best of enemies Beyond the pearly constellations Wherein heaven has no embassy And hope no surly grip on reason Yahweh: frankincense Satan; gold and murder He is sly, bejewelled with sylph Slick limbs spread wide to guide you through the filth And rust Crawl to him fuelled by lust He’s the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless. never comatose The thorn upon the single rose We share... Germination His a renegade a Capella now obeyed A shitstorm without warning The pleasuit King In Yellow on parade Son of the thunderous morning Yahweh: frankincense Satan: gold and murder He is high. inured with vice The tower-cree er on our edelweiss Career A foreign power cut of utter fear Taught curiosity, he s atrocity. banned The taste of chaos by the dram A tortured course like slaughtered lamb Best rare The curse that haunts this thirsting tomb Disturbed, becomes the worst of doom Rehearsing all his worth for soon He’s there... Extermination He is hatred. greed and war He is everything we ought abhor Were it not for the fateful truth Be sure We suffer him all the more And lo! his tyrant’s eye Is fixed upon our rich and vibrant sky Now hear the wind Herald desolation As on that eve when angels clad In nothing but their whispered virtues Slipped into the valley Of the dirty serpentine Hes the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless, never comatose The thorn u on the single rose we share... Desperation Disdainful. he self-deprecates The mirror’s jagged stare And it’s painful how we subjugate The grinning face reflected in there Yahweh: frankincense Satan; gold and murder |
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2. | Truth & Agony | 05:55 | Hide disc notes |
Mother’s milk has soured My life’s a bolted door And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant gifts for my encore Bouquets of praise for bleeding, towered On the sacrificial floor I summoned and you came To the peel of twisted bells To the gelid whisper of my name I blanched, erotic danger Had me whirling like a star To the dark advance of strangers And then I heard you laugh A throat of broken glass Leather stitched to weeping skin A coat of death and suppuration Be my truth and agony An architect for my total destruction My erector, my dissector My flesh will be wet for your best seduction Be my truth and agony inventive and deranged Loves proof is in, its plain to see The fluids we’ve exchanged Part of these soul killers The Gestapohood of scars Carved an ornate invitation on my heart The scent of French vanilla With the stench of abattoirs Past tense of present laythings On those stained red lips ajar I summoned and you came From the churning guts of Hell With your Christmas hiss of chains Down the endless centuries Your torture bed of lust A shrine for us to redesign And sign in blood and rust Be my truth and agony An architect for my total destruction My erector, my dissector My flesh caressed by your best corruption Be my truth and agony inventive and deranged Loves roof is in, its meant to be My cells are rearranged I suffered and you came To the splintering of bones Winning pinnacles for my pain Raped and racked and mutilated I Raised from dregs again Autopsy-turvy, back elated In brazen arms that sacked my veins Skinnatra, take me to the stars Thrust me through to paradise Endorphins breaking fast Creature from the black abyss Teacher. sadomasochist Your tortured soul has led me To this altered state of bliss |
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3. | Adest Rosa Secreta Eros | 07:25 | Hide disc notes |
My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us. My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing. Also I have a secret glory for them that love me. But to love me is better than all things: if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in spendour & pride; but always in the love of me, and so ye shall come to my joy. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me! I am the Snake that giveth Knowledge & Delight and bright glory, and stir the hearts of men with drunkenness. To worship me take wine and strange drugs whereof I will tell my prophet, & be drunk thereof! They shall not harm ye at all. It is a lie, this folly against self. The exposure of innocence is a lie. Be strong, o man! lust, enjoy all things of sense and rapture: fear not that any God shall deny thee for this. Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die cold and an-hungered. But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be shameless before all men! Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier |
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4. | Mistress from the Sucking Pit | 06:59 | Hide disc notes |
Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth The night is set to taint the painted halls Moonlight is our cue The candelabra flicker at your passing gall I swear they’re dancing just for you The dead leaves rustle on the manor lawns As a light breeze whispers through The call of wolves. the owls lament Our screams shall soon soar skyward too Mistress from the sucking pit All the world crawls lovesick at her feet The stars are passing observations Her voice is music, her legs go on Shes got full orchestration And been known to use it But trepidation is a far slicker song Amongst dull suitors She is bright and razor sharp A tree of woe uprooter A viper still at heart Shes alkaline and far acidic As sweet as clementines This mistress from the sucking pit All the world crawls lovesick at her feet The stars are passing observations Her voice is music, her legs go on Shes got full orchestration And been known to use it But trepidation is a far slicker song Mistress from the sucking pit Embossed by her postulant gaze Like Medusa on a plinth I am lost in her embrace Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth A peacock fan of sinful eyes Swim wide across the room This night, espied, your thin disguise Does wonders for the sundered gloom For all lit up the shades retreat To dark Italian pews And corners where great vases stand Abrim with thoughts of naked dais with you Mistress from the sucking pit All the world crawls lovesick at her feet The stars are passing observations Her needs are dire, her rites are wrong She burns with exultation Like a fiery vampire For desperation is a far slicker song Amongst dull suitors She’s bright and razor sharp A tree of woe uprooter A viper still at heart She’s alkaline and far acidic Fluidic, serpentine This mistress from the sucking pit The waiters pass in gilded frames With glasses sparkling too The ball tonight rows magical Like the finest Venice threw And at it’s heart a mythic queen Her skin of purest hue Whose beauty is unquestionable But whose duties are askew For beneath the airs and divine graces A slim tornado whirls On the precipice of her poisonous kiss The devil dwells deep inside this girl Embossed by her postulant gaze Like Medusa on a plinth I am lost in her embrace Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth Mistress from the sucking pit The wine has sat and breathed it’s last In blood red ruby where I find you by the roaring hearth A blaze of golden hair Cascading down an angel’s face To pool about the breasts That man minds have wondered on but only I caress And then I’m yours. the velvet crown Of Venus in my hands Fists rip hard the eiderdown Desire firebrands Every mountain, every route My wanton tongue must take To taste that once forbidden fruit Before your bloodlust starts to... |
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5. | Behind the Jagged Mountains | 05:44 | Hide disc notes |
I have come from the freezing seas From the warmth of foreign coals Through the dismal fog of insecurities To a cloud-enshrouded noble goal The world has cast me from its laughter Thrown to the wolves, to the dread thereafter So now I forge a journey fraught Through these bitter wastes of snow Over ice and gorge to an Eden sought Far from the human races afterglow This sightless climb is treacherous to weather As the cold bites deep, old heartstrings sever Behind the jagged mountains Beyond the frozen North At the back of Boreas. The zealous wind There crest celestial fountains Crystal waters soaring forth In the realm of our sacred Angelus kin Neither muse nor music flees This garden of delights Everywhere the soothing hands of nature please In this state of pure Euphoria Paradise lies at the heart of darkness And one must pay for this deep catharsis Now the storm-clouds retch A vision fleets before my eyes Wherein minarets and spires touch Phantasmagoric skies And meadows stretch to woodlands Of sweet nymph and fireflies Death is in the breeze And his mind will paralyse My mind is in the clutch Of something too long fantasised Behind the jagged mountains Beyond the frozen peaks At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind The Gods of love are counting Down the nights until we meet In the realm of oursacred Angelus kin Now the mirage blears And the howling gusts renew their fury The gleam of moonlit towers Fades to utter fear The mountains rear in anger At the righteousness I lack And in their monstrous grasp I know Dear God They will never let me back... Free of enemies, no death, disease The doves of peace, in flight Carouse upon the ever-Summer breeze In this land of Hyperborea Behind the jagged mountains Beyond their icy stares At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind My soul is now surmounting Past the grasp of last despairs To the realm of our sacred Angelus kin Behind the jagged mountains Beyond the frozen North |
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6. | The Cult of Venus Aversa (demo) | 06:49 | |
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7. | The Nun with the Astral Habit (demo) | 04:58 | |
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8. | Deceiving Eyes (demo) | 06:44 | |
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1. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) (Music Video) | 04:32 | |
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2. | The Making of ’Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned)’ | 15:00 | |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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1. | Beast of Extermination | 05:32 | |
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2. | Truth & Agony | 05:55 | |
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3. | Mistress from the Sucking Pit | 06:59 | |
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4. | Behind the Jagged Mountains | 05:44 | |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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1. | Beast of Extermination | 05:32 | Show lyrics |
"Kill a man and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone and you are a God." [Jean Rostard (1955)] Born of the best of enemies Beyond the pearly constellations Wherein heaven has no embassy And hope no surly grip on reason Yahweh: frankincense Satan; gold and murder He is sly, bejewelled with sylph Slick limbs spread wide to guide you through the filth And rust Crawl to him fuelled by lust He’s the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless. never comatose The thorn upon the single rose We share... Germination His a renegade a Capella now obeyed A shitstorm without warning The pleasuit King In Yellow on parade Son of the thunderous morning Yahweh: frankincense Satan: gold and murder He is high. inured with vice The tower-cree er on our edelweiss Career A foreign power cut of utter fear Taught curiosity, he s atrocity. banned The taste of chaos by the dram A tortured course like slaughtered lamb Best rare The curse that haunts this thirsting tomb Disturbed, becomes the worst of doom Rehearsing all his worth for soon He’s there... Extermination He is hatred. greed and war He is everything we ought abhor Were it not for the fateful truth Be sure We suffer him all the more And lo! his tyrant’s eye Is fixed upon our rich and vibrant sky Now hear the wind Herald desolation As on that eve when angels clad In nothing but their whispered virtues Slipped into the valley Of the dirty serpentine Hes the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless, never comatose The thorn u on the single rose we share... Desperation Disdainful. he self-deprecates The mirror’s jagged stare And it’s painful how we subjugate The grinning face reflected in there Yahweh: frankincense Satan; gold and murder |
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2. | Truth & Agony | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Mother’s milk has soured My life’s a bolted door And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant gifts for my encore Bouquets of praise for bleeding, towered On the sacrificial floor I summoned and you came To the peel of twisted bells To the gelid whisper of my name I blanched, erotic danger Had me whirling like a star To the dark advance of strangers And then I heard you laugh A throat of broken glass Leather stitched to weeping skin A coat of death and suppuration Be my truth and agony An architect for my total destruction My erector, my dissector My flesh will be wet for your best seduction Be my truth and agony inventive and deranged Loves proof is in, its plain to see The fluids we’ve exchanged Part of these soul killers The Gestapohood of scars Carved an ornate invitation on my heart The scent of French vanilla With the stench of abattoirs Past tense of present laythings On those stained red lips ajar I summoned and you came From the churning guts of Hell With your Christmas hiss of chains Down the endless centuries Your torture bed of lust A shrine for us to redesign And sign in blood and rust Be my truth and agony An architect for my total destruction My erector, my dissector My flesh caressed by your best corruption Be my truth and agony inventive and deranged Loves roof is in, its meant to be My cells are rearranged I suffered and you came To the splintering of bones Winning pinnacles for my pain Raped and racked and mutilated I Raised from dregs again Autopsy-turvy, back elated In brazen arms that sacked my veins Skinnatra, take me to the stars Thrust me through to paradise Endorphins breaking fast Creature from the black abyss Teacher. sadomasochist Your tortured soul has led me To this altered state of bliss |
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3. | Mistress from the Sucking Pit | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth The night is set to taint the painted halls Moonlight is our cue The candelabra flicker at your passing gall I swear they’re dancing just for you The dead leaves rustle on the manor lawns As a light breeze whispers through The call of wolves. the owls lament Our screams shall soon soar skyward too Mistress from the sucking pit All the world crawls lovesick at her feet The stars are passing observations Her voice is music, her legs go on Shes got full orchestration And been known to use it But trepidation is a far slicker song Amongst dull suitors She is bright and razor sharp A tree of woe uprooter A viper still at heart Shes alkaline and far acidic As sweet as clementines This mistress from the sucking pit All the world crawls lovesick at her feet The stars are passing observations Her voice is music, her legs go on Shes got full orchestration And been known to use it But trepidation is a far slicker song Mistress from the sucking pit Embossed by her postulant gaze Like Medusa on a plinth I am lost in her embrace Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth A peacock fan of sinful eyes Swim wide across the room This night, espied, your thin disguise Does wonders for the sundered gloom For all lit up the shades retreat To dark Italian pews And corners where great vases stand Abrim with thoughts of naked dais with you Mistress from the sucking pit All the world crawls lovesick at her feet The stars are passing observations Her needs are dire, her rites are wrong She burns with exultation Like a fiery vampire For desperation is a far slicker song Amongst dull suitors She’s bright and razor sharp A tree of woe uprooter A viper still at heart She’s alkaline and far acidic Fluidic, serpentine This mistress from the sucking pit The waiters pass in gilded frames With glasses sparkling too The ball tonight rows magical Like the finest Venice threw And at it’s heart a mythic queen Her skin of purest hue Whose beauty is unquestionable But whose duties are askew For beneath the airs and divine graces A slim tornado whirls On the precipice of her poisonous kiss The devil dwells deep inside this girl Embossed by her postulant gaze Like Medusa on a plinth I am lost in her embrace Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth Mistress from the sucking pit The wine has sat and breathed it’s last In blood red ruby where I find you by the roaring hearth A blaze of golden hair Cascading down an angel’s face To pool about the breasts That man minds have wondered on but only I caress And then I’m yours. the velvet crown Of Venus in my hands Fists rip hard the eiderdown Desire firebrands Every mountain, every route My wanton tongue must take To taste that once forbidden fruit Before your bloodlust starts to... |
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4. | Behind the Jagged Mountains | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
I have come from the freezing seas From the warmth of foreign coals Through the dismal fog of insecurities To a cloud-enshrouded noble goal The world has cast me from its laughter Thrown to the wolves, to the dread thereafter So now I forge a journey fraught Through these bitter wastes of snow Over ice and gorge to an Eden sought Far from the human races afterglow This sightless climb is treacherous to weather As the cold bites deep, old heartstrings sever Behind the jagged mountains Beyond the frozen North At the back of Boreas. The zealous wind There crest celestial fountains Crystal waters soaring forth In the realm of our sacred Angelus kin Neither muse nor music flees This garden of delights Everywhere the soothing hands of nature please In this state of pure Euphoria Paradise lies at the heart of darkness And one must pay for this deep catharsis Now the storm-clouds retch A vision fleets before my eyes Wherein minarets and spires touch Phantasmagoric skies And meadows stretch to woodlands Of sweet nymph and fireflies Death is in the breeze And his mind will paralyse My mind is in the clutch Of something too long fantasised Behind the jagged mountains Beyond the frozen peaks At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind The Gods of love are counting Down the nights until we meet In the realm of oursacred Angelus kin Now the mirage blears And the howling gusts renew their fury The gleam of moonlit towers Fades to utter fear The mountains rear in anger At the righteousness I lack And in their monstrous grasp I know Dear God They will never let me back... Free of enemies, no death, disease The doves of peace, in flight Carouse upon the ever-Summer breeze In this land of Hyperborea Behind the jagged mountains Beyond their icy stares At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind My soul is now surmounting Past the grasp of last despairs To the realm of our sacred Angelus kin Behind the jagged mountains Beyond the frozen North |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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1. | Beast of Extermination | 05:32 | Show lyrics |
"Kill a man and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone and you are a God." [Jean Rostard (1955)] Born of the best of enemies Beyond the pearly constellations Wherein heaven has no embassy And hope no surly grip on reason Yahweh: frankincense Satan; gold and murder He is sly, bejewelled with sylph Slick limbs spread wide to guide you through the filth And rust Crawl to him fuelled by lust He’s the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless. never comatose The thorn upon the single rose We share... Germination His a renegade a Capella now obeyed A shitstorm without warning The pleasuit King In Yellow on parade Son of the thunderous morning Yahweh: frankincense Satan: gold and murder He is high. inured with vice The tower-cree er on our edelweiss Career A foreign power cut of utter fear Taught curiosity, he s atrocity. banned The taste of chaos by the dram A tortured course like slaughtered lamb Best rare The curse that haunts this thirsting tomb Disturbed, becomes the worst of doom Rehearsing all his worth for soon He’s there... Extermination He is hatred. greed and war He is everything we ought abhor Were it not for the fateful truth Be sure We suffer him all the more And lo! his tyrant’s eye Is fixed upon our rich and vibrant sky Now hear the wind Herald desolation As on that eve when angels clad In nothing but their whispered virtues Slipped into the valley Of the dirty serpentine Hes the horned one in the pentagram A waste of chaos by the gram Dark eyes for trouble, double damned Despair The storm upon lake Lacrymose Restless, never comatose The thorn u on the single rose we share... Desperation Disdainful. he self-deprecates The mirror’s jagged stare And it’s painful how we subjugate The grinning face reflected in there Yahweh: frankincense Satan; gold and murder |
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2. | Truth & Agony | 05:55 | Show lyrics |
Mother’s milk has soured My life’s a bolted door And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant gifts for my encore Bouquets of praise for bleeding, towered On the sacrificial floor I summoned and you came To the peel of twisted bells To the gelid whisper of my name I blanched, erotic danger Had me whirling like a star To the dark advance of strangers And then I heard you laugh A throat of broken glass Leather stitched to weeping skin A coat of death and suppuration Be my truth and agony An architect for my total destruction My erector, my dissector My flesh will be wet for your best seduction Be my truth and agony inventive and deranged Loves proof is in, its plain to see The fluids we’ve exchanged Part of these soul killers The Gestapohood of scars Carved an ornate invitation on my heart The scent of French vanilla With the stench of abattoirs Past tense of present laythings On those stained red lips ajar I summoned and you came From the churning guts of Hell With your Christmas hiss of chains Down the endless centuries Your torture bed of lust A shrine for us to redesign And sign in blood and rust Be my truth and agony An architect for my total destruction My erector, my dissector My flesh caressed by your best corruption Be my truth and agony inventive and deranged Loves roof is in, its meant to be My cells are rearranged I suffered and you came To the splintering of bones Winning pinnacles for my pain Raped and racked and mutilated I Raised from dregs again Autopsy-turvy, back elated In brazen arms that sacked my veins Skinnatra, take me to the stars Thrust me through to paradise Endorphins breaking fast Creature from the black abyss Teacher. sadomasochist Your tortured soul has led me To this altered state of bliss |
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3. | Mistress from the Sucking Pit | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth The night is set to taint the painted halls Moonlight is our cue The candelabra flicker at your passing gall I swear they’re dancing just for you The dead leaves rustle on the manor lawns As a light breeze whispers through The call of wolves. the owls lament Our screams shall soon soar skyward too Mistress from the sucking pit All the world crawls lovesick at her feet The stars are passing observations Her voice is music, her legs go on Shes got full orchestration And been known to use it But trepidation is a far slicker song Amongst dull suitors She is bright and razor sharp A tree of woe uprooter A viper still at heart Shes alkaline and far acidic As sweet as clementines This mistress from the sucking pit All the world crawls lovesick at her feet The stars are passing observations Her voice is music, her legs go on Shes got full orchestration And been known to use it But trepidation is a far slicker song Mistress from the sucking pit Embossed by her postulant gaze Like Medusa on a plinth I am lost in her embrace Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth A peacock fan of sinful eyes Swim wide across the room This night, espied, your thin disguise Does wonders for the sundered gloom For all lit up the shades retreat To dark Italian pews And corners where great vases stand Abrim with thoughts of naked dais with you Mistress from the sucking pit All the world crawls lovesick at her feet The stars are passing observations Her needs are dire, her rites are wrong She burns with exultation Like a fiery vampire For desperation is a far slicker song Amongst dull suitors She’s bright and razor sharp A tree of woe uprooter A viper still at heart She’s alkaline and far acidic Fluidic, serpentine This mistress from the sucking pit The waiters pass in gilded frames With glasses sparkling too The ball tonight rows magical Like the finest Venice threw And at it’s heart a mythic queen Her skin of purest hue Whose beauty is unquestionable But whose duties are askew For beneath the airs and divine graces A slim tornado whirls On the precipice of her poisonous kiss The devil dwells deep inside this girl Embossed by her postulant gaze Like Medusa on a plinth I am lost in her embrace Oh dear God It is midnight in the labyrinth Mistress from the sucking pit The wine has sat and breathed it’s last In blood red ruby where I find you by the roaring hearth A blaze of golden hair Cascading down an angel’s face To pool about the breasts That man minds have wondered on but only I caress And then I’m yours. the velvet crown Of Venus in my hands Fists rip hard the eiderdown Desire firebrands Every mountain, every route My wanton tongue must take To taste that once forbidden fruit Before your bloodlust starts to... |
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4. | Behind the Jagged Mountains | 05:44 | Show lyrics |
I have come from the freezing seas From the warmth of foreign coals Through the dismal fog of insecurities To a cloud-enshrouded noble goal The world has cast me from its laughter Thrown to the wolves, to the dread thereafter So now I forge a journey fraught Through these bitter wastes of snow Over ice and gorge to an Eden sought Far from the human races afterglow This sightless climb is treacherous to weather As the cold bites deep, old heartstrings sever Behind the jagged mountains Beyond the frozen North At the back of Boreas. The zealous wind There crest celestial fountains Crystal waters soaring forth In the realm of our sacred Angelus kin Neither muse nor music flees This garden of delights Everywhere the soothing hands of nature please In this state of pure Euphoria Paradise lies at the heart of darkness And one must pay for this deep catharsis Now the storm-clouds retch A vision fleets before my eyes Wherein minarets and spires touch Phantasmagoric skies And meadows stretch to woodlands Of sweet nymph and fireflies Death is in the breeze And his mind will paralyse My mind is in the clutch Of something too long fantasised Behind the jagged mountains Beyond the frozen peaks At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind The Gods of love are counting Down the nights until we meet In the realm of oursacred Angelus kin Now the mirage blears And the howling gusts renew their fury The gleam of moonlit towers Fades to utter fear The mountains rear in anger At the righteousness I lack And in their monstrous grasp I know Dear God They will never let me back... Free of enemies, no death, disease The doves of peace, in flight Carouse upon the ever-Summer breeze In this land of Hyperborea Behind the jagged mountains Beyond their icy stares At the back of Boreas, the zealous wind My soul is now surmounting Past the grasp of last despairs To the realm of our sacred Angelus kin Behind the jagged mountains Beyond the frozen North |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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Side B | |||
4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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2. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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3. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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4. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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5. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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6. | Beast of Extermination | 05:32 | |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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7. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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8. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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9. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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10. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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11. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
Ashley Ellyllon | Keyboards |
Martin "Marthus" Skaroupka | Drums |
Guest/Session | |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations |
Ruth McCabe | Vocals (choirs) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (choirs) |
Craig Miller | Vocals (choirs) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (choirs) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female) |
Andy James | Guitars (additional) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (backing, choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Ralph Woodward | Arranger, Conductor |
Andy Sneap | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Producer |
Matt Vickerstaff | Artwork, Layout |
Doug Cook | Producer, Engineering |
Mark Newby-Robson | Arrangements (choir) |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Sneapy Hollow | Mastering |
Natalie Shau | Design |
Rupert Matthews | Engineering |
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1. | The Cult of Venus Aversa | 07:07 | Show lyrics |
"I am she, Lilith! Mistress of the dark of Sheba, first offender, and succour to demons. Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites lead all those too enslaved by the flesh to trespass against God’s holy law. And tonight I come for you..." Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. The scent of Death is rent in this ornamental verse. It ventures down the centuries, tormenting me with secrets so anathema. And now the fires grate, I must relate to end this curse. I’ll break through spires to escape my fate, Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. So the blight begins near the woodland of a frightened village where the rites of unimaginable sin, and the howling on the wind chills the blood for fear of spillage. Where nightfall used to be blessed with best tranquility, its now caressed by misadventure. Templars cursed from the crusades have birthed a church, more masquerade in which they worship mass dementia. They came from dust and flame by the Red Sea on dead shores, fleeing claims of blasphemy and bestiality. Devils fed them back to us! Knights of holy wars inviting hordes of grim infidelities, in the grip of cryptic lands and desert sands they found just cause. And midst their entourage under the stars they brought relics and parts of saints, and evil left to clerics charge. With Muslim plunder they built their sect to the composite Baphomet. An androgynous sphinx, open, erect, universal in its closet display. Spawn of Lilith and Samael, first offender and the snake. In thrall like pawns beneath its spell the Templars grew to astute surrender. Sabbatical, fanatical they adorned its monstrous bust with a king’s ransom of Eastern jewels, the embodiment of beast and lust. Many moons then proved the boon of immutable and beautiful darkness ever-afters. Then one eve when the ancient trees outside drew back unnerved, the pleas from those impatient teased something from the black beyond of nowhere. A stunning woman summoned, coming scimitar-curved. Statuesque but living flesh draping nakedness about their pagan saviour. She came Lilith, a perfect myth, The scarlet whore. Skinned in magnificence, in her defence she only slew a few of them. Born of a sacrifice, a virgin’s price for the merging with a Goddess. She prowled the world again, enslaving men with the surging of her bodice. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. Veritas vos liberabit. Casus belli, in hoc signo vinces. In aeturnum, amen. |
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2. | One Foul Step from the Abyss | 04:53 | Show lyrics |
The Feast of Fools, 1308. As January slipped into the grip of winter a leather leash tightened round the throat of fate. Amidst the flock, disease and dementia, night was blighted more than ever before with screams of lust and obscene adventure, and scenes of raw debauch. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under it’s spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair feared the templars and their Queen. For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare when she steered their tempestuous fever-dreams. The beast was loose and beauty party to the horrors of this sonorous whore. A seducer, Medusa, a frozen Hecate cloned! Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer, growing stronger with each whimpering dog. Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers called from desert sands to this land of opportunity. The darkness was aroused with every kiss, and all who fell under its spell were one foul step from the abyss. One foul step from the abyss... One foul step! Love was drugged by a copious vendor, a train of servants for her decadent games. Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour, vain Lilith spread her wings again. Stars they gasped and comets in ovation lit the towers, their very presence declared. They watch with lust, despair and veneration for the Goddess seated naked there. The painted eye of the storm! Plagues of sin, played to win all hearts and souls in thrall. To her embrace, her fatal whims, desire meant to conquer all. Until that fateful day, 1308, with a force blessed by the Kings of Hate. Facing winter gray to disintegrate once noble halls. The villagers in a belligerent horde, fraught daughters fanning flames rose like pillars for their militant Lord, thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins! They assailed the fort beyond the woods, as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight many lost their sanity at what they fought. Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia annihilated by sheer weight of the surge. Put to the sword, freed from their calenture, the great estate was given straight to the church. Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead, but that she drank the blood of many men that dark night it was said. |
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3. | The Nun with the Astral Habit | 04:55 | Show lyrics |
The world was her cloister, the Abess Duboir in the convent at All Hallows fair. A pearl in an oyster, she shone like a star, augmenting her sisterhoods prayers. Her singing touched Angels and melted their hearts, her choirs inspired the search for the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts, and the best of the Catholic Church. But if one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. There would be such consequences! Like the night Sister Victoria stepped in from the freezing cold, no candles would light at Evening Mass. The days passed by without a sigh but dusk came thick with dread. Intangible, the air was full of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed. In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims enjoyed the new girl’s pain, proof to the rest that the briars of sin entangled all the world in Satan’s name. Victoria Varco, once an heiress to a proud noble estate, fell pregnant by her recklessness who then fell foul to a violent fate. Such was her crime in expedient times, and the shame of besmirching her name. Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls for a life in obedient chains. But not one thing, one precious little thing would darken this facade. Like the night Sister Victoria woke screaming in her room, she spent a week spiralling from Heaven. And as the seasons wheezed and pined her dreams grew more perverse, for no good reasons she would find an alluring woman naked save for jewels and verse. When here eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore this intoxicating beauty would appear. The sweetest symphony composed those abating lips rose to whisper dirty secrets in her ear. "Clandestine secrets!" A dream within a dream she finds herself this nymph abreast a desert dune, and below the crescent moon atop a darksome stranger. Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paradise, she rides the beast until the Heavens tremble. Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips upon the sand, and almost out of hand coarse plots assemble. For somewhere in the convent walls a templar treasure rests, forgotten to the vestibules like pleasures of the flesh. So in return for nightly runs, past tongues and wisdom’s hiss, she promised to assist the hunt for an ancient golden chain amiss. |
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4. | Retreat of the Sacred Heart | 03:56 | Show lyrics |
She slept in ecstasy in hands that fanned her wildest fantasies, freed from Christ’s frigid regime and rigid nails. She was first in church to lick her lips and self-debase, each waking second felt like Heaven in the scarlet one’s embrace. And at last, clear memories, aghast relinquished their control, all things held dear to the wretched past coalesced within her soul. Madness crept into her sight though her sinful gait spoke of nothing to the contrary. Once-dulled eyes leapt alive with life her piece of broken mirror barely recognised. The worm was turning! For here sat grinning Victoria who, no three weeks ago was flogged red to euphoria for her dour love of God and the ardour of his crows. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! She stepped in ecstasy ’neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies, freed into Love’s reacquainted dream and sudden gales. Nights grew sultry late September, a man came from the village through the woods to help with harvest. She was burning like the fields, all her vows lay unfulfilled. His name was Isaac, silent, blessed, a mute whose tongue impressed her lately. But now red skies darken the roonks lament, windswept maelstroms harken the approach of Lilith’s Nightmare Kingdom! The woman in her astral dreams became more vivid, livid, obscene. Seated on the throne of onyx blasphemies, emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream. Darkness crept into her face, she stood erect and spoke of riches and their whereabouts. Finding in Isaac the need to place a hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out. For now stormed the vainglorious in her palace of mass delights. Her power dawned victorious, Victoria the key, her mind unfastened. By flights of morbid fancy psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong. Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions spiking through impatient song. Cold cloisters kept the dead apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! The Gate to Hell was forced apart at the retreat of the sacred heart! |
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5. | The Persecution Song | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. And on the autumn air the scent of bonfires everywhere, and a fell wind stirred the leaves. The persecution song! Telltale signs of possession, little Miss Demeanour in the demon’s bed. Gasps she just could not suppress after lights-out midst the dead, and a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness. Time was running faster for disaster, strange nights were burning in the furnace of her dreams. A name was uttered, Lilith, mistress, playmate, master, Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy. And in the thick of all, in the Black Goddess’s thrall, with the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall. Promiscuous in step the Devil breathing down her neck, as jealous zealots stitched apiece the persecution song. Telltale signs of possession, fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared. To her Sisters of the cloth she now reeked of Astaroth, again the curse had surfaced sneaking back the pagan years. Weaving webs of great revealing! Hidden in the convent an evil libido abided, undone. Breathing, deceiving, feasting on her deviant feelings she’d clung to her crucifix once her torturers begun. Her screams came quick, the miserichord, den to vice and screw that had reddened many tongues wrung symphonies of suffering from her. Many moons hardened pure hearts, those plagued by her black arts. Their rooms secreting phantom orgies, vile rites and rifled graves. Mere hours, now towered above this bent and beaten flower. Her naked body privy to the Abbess and her ways. Victoria fought, no guilt was wrought just a torrid retort of blasphemies. Nails and crosses vomited forth from this pretty little whore now arched like Hell. Arched like Hell! At the very start there were whispers in the dark, and for all the world to see there was witchcraft at its heart. But then the end grew nigh a dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key, the persecution song. Telltale signs of obsession, no wailing banshee would dishonour their name. Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak, storm-clouds threatened holy smoke. They hanged her there like Judas with the Hellcat in her reined. Time was running faster for disaster. Exorcism, torture, gallows now a shallow grave. A name was stuttered, Isaac, tongue-tied, simple, bastard. They made him dig the pit, mindless of what it claimed. |
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6. | Deceiving Eyes | 06:43 | Show lyrics |
On the night all mirrors fell silent, and the clocks struck accord with the rain. A storm swept in with such violence, the dead rose to complain. The stars were ill-crossed as the weather, lost in its bitumen cloak. The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour, falling like tears through the thickening smoke. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder. Blood redeems, Heaven torn asunder. She stirs from dreams barely three feet under. "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes. Your deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Your deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess creeping deep inside you." And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave. As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain, he struck the hallowed earth again. Having torn at the soil like a man insane he threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos. And from that pit of shame he bore the coffin from her sorry lot ’neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot. Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked to splinter her sarcophagus and gaze upon her face. Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs, making mockery of rosaries his needs will never rival mine. I recall a summer’s day, the sunlight bathed your penitential scars as I sat and washed the blood away. Now your body stays, and the coldness of your lips eclipse like the first true kiss of winter." Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread she was shining through her winding shroud. A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had a gift for the pretty young nun. A necklace wrought of twining snakes, two gold illicit tongues. He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung, he was burning from the furnace of his roused desire. He wrested with temptation to be or unfulfilled. She was undressed for ovation, her sumptuous form the storm revealed. And with his driven lust exploding her lashes brushed his cheeks. They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding. Purring, licking wicked teeth! "Victoria, I come to claim my prize! Stealing from the convent ’neath the wrath of seething skies. For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs. You have left him just for me, I see it in deceiving eyes. Those deceiving eyes filled with lies and missed good byes, and serpents hissing revelations. Those deceiving eyes, they tell enough of how I fell in love with the Goddess re-arisen in you." |
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1. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day as they were making love in the rainswept graveyard. She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame, a monsoon Tigress set upon prey. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, drawing him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! Mortal kind, a morbid wine for this Dark Moon Goddess, and freed to stretch her claws. This beautiful whore would be brutally honest. Tortuous one, taboos undone, a glittering star on a sea of myriad waves. And a thickening mist, a seductress leading lovesick hearts astray. Lilith! In the throes of orgasm she bucked and he broke at the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote. Burning behind her in arabesque smoke framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat. Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes possessed a regal bearing of omnipotent power. From wet lips to her smouldering thighs her beauty perfected and her will agonised. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" With dread single purpose her mind told him stay. She strode through the fire, desire aflame. She murdered the nuns in such horrible ways. Lilith Immaculate! "That night we lay entwined on hay inside a soldier’s barn. Her panting breath an opiate, as in her bolder grasp... I caught the scent of desert sands, The Holy lands, the fall of reason. But only when I smelt the blood did I fear her colder hand." "I am darkness, I am sin, the Queen of Lust invited in. Reborn at last to cast my fecund shadow on this world. You shall worship me, enslaved! For many lovers shall I crave, and in return I’ll gladly pave your psycho path with pearls. For I have been grating, and waiting so long to find the most perfect hostess close to me whose thin-ice troubled mind... Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror to slip right through in time, when at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace the cursed twin serpents mine." Tortuous one, debauchery won the attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars. For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss the advance of her throne from afar. This English rose with traits of those who graced the harems of the East. Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns, and scarlet hems to wasted priests. "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" This delectable reaper, her eyes were profound, they drew him in deeper until he was drowned. Hurled on the shore of the world underground. Lilith Immaculate! "Fall for the love of me, crawl for the love of me, drool for the love of my virulent sway. I grow more master the faster the days. Lilith Immaculate!" The flutes and sweet wine of her voice anodyne, her power was growing every hour malign. The truth, Lilith’s Kingdom drew closer with time! Lilith Immaculate! |
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2. | The Spawn of Love and War | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains could never fully paint these nights, no martyr parting from his pain could utter words so erudite. As those she now divulged to me in the throes of passions grip, indulging latent fantasies that ran forked tongues along the lip. Of fate’s pudenda, the twisted snake’s agenta. Now the world would bend to her deadly legacy. Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight from the convent at All Hallows Fair. Without contemplating, we fled through the night too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care. The Goddess had spoken and awoken desire. It crackled in the air around us, a psychic force shimmering like fire. And on her breasts, that old necklace, the one I snuck from the fucked Abbess whose dirty little secret, other than me, now shone with bold intensity. Vast the power it possessed, the darkness brought to living flesh. This treasure was ancient, taken by force from an elite caste of priests in Delphi. The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep. That necklace traversed vile murders and miles worse but what was a curse to this perverse Demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice for the maiden Harmonia, the illegitimate spawn of love and war jealousy made it gleam for her. For with it clasped, her looking glass was ever beautiful and young. But disaster choked her royal caste and every throat on which it hung there madness, death and horror clung. Immortalised in mortal guise she was a sight for blighted eyes, a plague to gladly plagiarise and spread like red excited kisses. She was more than me, more than words could fulfil in the parlance of the Angels. She cast a spell on every cell in my nobody, she gave me back my tongue that she might run it on herself. She was Lilith, she was light, I was but a parasite beckoned to temptation in her velvet overtones. Through frozen arches, dressed in white she led me into paradise ’neath comets in ovation like the Queen of Winter, throned. Pleasures archetypal then much rarer agonies, I was a sworn disciple of her whims and dark decrees. In Europe’s hair her spies were everywhere, a sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair. Her greater plan, all chaos and the fall of man, for as she fed dark appetites she bred her children there. The spawn of love and war! Presiding over Hellfire clubs, Arch-masons and Agharta. The spawn of love and war! She rode the beast, her legs apart, a blazing pyre starter. Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights and sensations ignited her grin, as slaves celebrated her Satanic rites we climbed up to Heaven in sin. She came to me as she will come to you! Intoxicating in her seduction her siren sway, devastating Voodoo. Voodoo... Persistent, resistance is useless, fool to this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel. Beyond any measure her pleasures will found a perverted Eden on sacred ground. Vast the power I caressed, the darkness brought to vivid flesh. And in it she now rules a cowered universe. |
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3. | Harlot on a Pedestal | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Where does the madness end, how far down do the rungs expire? In smoke and burning heat, in depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. And in her boudoir too the endless nights embedded in her beautiful cocoon turning black and blue and jaded. Kneeling at her feet my heart atrophied at her ravishing form. The ultimate test, her cult obsessed, with this body of the Goddess reborn. When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness, from this harlot on a pedestal this scarlet woman scorned. I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame, the tribes of the moon, their lustre improved. A morbid aversion to the limpid domain of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved. I witnessed reverie then perverse resurgence, souls on fire. Blood and seed spilt for centuries for this imperious bitch. In her shocking retinue I saw the worst, desire run amok amongst you. A gnawer of taboo, dread appetites were threaded. Right throughout the mortal zoo her immortality now hungered. I remember, in Thebes enthroned with cat-skinned girls her long dark hair braided with pearls. A red gown split revealed her thighs as full lips rose to feline eyes. Egyptian black outlined each lid, it’s clear who owned the pyramid. Temptress Lilith! Her beauty stirred me more than words could ever paint, her bible hurt. Tempered Lilith! Hissing in the dark, pissing on my heart, I was missing every part of Victoria. Victoria! I found them hypnotic, the years of display, of court life and parties, political bite. Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night. The scheme of the night! But I grew uneasy, she wanted the Earth, for now she was spinning her sins. Breeding fell children and biding her worth before the new orders disorder begins. Feeding from the weak, savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust. Evening-dressed this young Countess led lovers astray under cover of dusk. When she took them to her breast they passed last rites, deliciousness. Swept into their every pore this matriarch of darkness bored. Harlot on a pedestal, the night orchestral. Harlot on a pedestal, never vestal. |
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4. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! Storm clouds roll out overhead above their master. End of all flesh, end of all days! Love predicts disaster in her precious ways. I was burned, a sacerdotal soul by the Demon Queen of my dreams. Infatuation turned to total control, her rose was sweet but her thorns were barbarous. "Love me and worship me! I’ll lavish you and ravish you, fulfil all wishes and fetishes too. Many never want to see, many never want to know the truth behind their fantasies. Their deepest needs, let alone be shown them." Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone, nothing left to do but run! Sodom rolls out modern Death on casters ever faster. End of all flesh, end of all days! The stars predict disaster in her bastard ways. "Love me and worship me! I’ll nurture you and hurt you too, fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin." She comes to me like a sandstorm in an hourglass, a whirlwind of desire. I’m hypnotised to think beyond the pale, beyond heart-stopping eyes, and sopping thighs. I’m won’t to fail! A wicked spell cast over me, addicted to her utterly despite the horrors that gestate beneath the beautiful. "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken, the envy of all other men, whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me." Satan’s concubine, she makes her crime scenes shine from Heaven. Forgive me Father, I have sinned! Darkness put her painted claws in again. Her vision drowns like service wine, whispered kisses so divine. I was blessed but now I’ve come undone! |
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5. | Beyond Eleventh Hour | 07:16 | Show lyrics |
"All mirrors lead to my palace, my exotic pleasure temple wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable, pure and obscene. For where pumps the true heart of life, there too seeps corruption. And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black henbane, sphinxes, opium and roses weaned on tears and blood will rise up like lust. And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend himself across the face of the world... And Hell will come with Him!" Part of the garden, her dark Eden fed blood by poisoned fronds. My heart hardened in her wet season treading mud in her slough of despond. But only now a path lies straight before me, the maze is ploughed half through with hate and her crop is dripping red. Beyond eleventh hour! Her beauty and brute power grows stronger by the day, and with each rose that she deflowers the longer her throes of madness stay. In her grip on shredded sheets, once our fingertips had dug and clutched she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d break off holy limbs on the racks of her witch hunt, and crush the church beneath her heel the Pope in homage to her cunt. A dark horse forcing nightmares to wring submissives dry, a vampire madam batterfang with vicious streaks a mile wide. Beyond eleventh hour! Her kiss has turned dismissive, her glance holds slight contempt. Instead those eyes burn on the prize of fates she really likes to tempt. In her grip on shredded sheets, gasping from conquered peaks of passion she whispered dreadful things to me. She wanted war with God, the underdog baring sharpened teeth. With her armies raised from suffering to ascend on jet black wings. She’d tear down mighty spires then rear them up anew, orders forged to her desires the eleventh hour nearly through. Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists that cause all souls to stray. How to resist those seductive gifts on the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly from deep banks of scented fog, I almost lose myself before it starts. But my spirit keeps its silence as I drift across the lake, a glimpse of harem secrets now her velvet curtain parts. She is glaring like the moon! The wind dies down, eaves dropping as I bow before her throne, and she descends to greet me like the royal bitch to which she’s grown. "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue?" "I am not your slave nor are you my saviour!" "But Isaac, I’m the only one!" I hold those cold deceiving eyes, her once hypnotic gaze, and pledge eternal love then walk away. Thunder seethes behind me, Death adjusts her favourite mask. Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness. Clasped in the garden, here you heard this story blustered through. I asked her pardon, swore my word, I’d score her sweetmeats just like you. For only now the truth lies prone before me, I couldn’t leave her even if she stormed the Heavens as were promised. Beyond eleventh hour! Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists will come for you this eve. Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst before those fatal kisses bleed. Beyond eleventh hour! She will make of you a plaything, scant amusement for her bed, and when naked flesh forgets to sing she’ll take your fucking soul instead. Midnight strikes, the candles sputter, muttering their reeking spells. I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter, these words I speak are gates to Hell. |
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Evermore Darkly
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Martin Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations (track 4) |
Guest/Session | |
Caroline Campbell | Keyboards (live) |
Emma Levy | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Nikki Cutts | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
John Aldridge | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Nick Webb | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (lead, soprano) (track 8) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (track 1) |
Chitra Ramalingam | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Andrew Kennedy | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Chris Young | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Steve Mullock | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations (track 2) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Natalie Shau | Artwork |
Vlad Barin | Photography |
Paul Allender | Graphic design |
Mark Harwood | Engineering |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Paul Logus | Remixing (track 6) |
Rob "DJ Hooker" Caggiano | Remixing (track 6) |
Lee Fenton-Wilkinson | Art direction (promo video) |
Davey Gilder | Director of photography (promo video) |
Ross Bolidai | Director (promo video) |
Heather Snell | Producer (promo video) |
Ralph Woodward | Choir conductor and arrangements |
Doug Cook | Mixing |
Lord Filth | Liner notes |
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1. | Transmission from Hell | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
So, I’ve got a clean copy of the tape Here now and um, Well look I should warn you that This could really scare you. This is the letter that I received From one (inaudible)...that was Dated the 6th of june of 2006. I have recently started (inaudible)...to believe it When you talked about The sounds from hell tonight. My uncle had told me this story A couple of years ago and i didn’t Believe him, like I discounted the Stories as nothing more thab just a Hysterical religious newspaper account. The story about the digging of the Hole and the hearing of the sounds From hell is very real. It did occur, In Siberia on a regular mining Expedition exploring future oil reserves. My uncle collected video and audio Tapes and so forth, on the Paranormal and supernatural. Until he passed away recently Under strange, terrible circunstances. He let me listen to one of the audio tapes That he had on the sounds from hell In Siberia and I (inaudible)... He received his version from a Close friend who worked (inaudible)... It took me awhile to find it tonight, But attached is that sound from my Uncle’s tapes. It’s not the (inaudible)... But the sounds, those horrible sounds on there. I was very hesitant to send you this Because the noise bothers me to listen to. It has always....haunted me. To those who discounted the "Saberian Sounds From Hell" story, it Is true. And I, for one, wish it wasn’t. Well, that’s the letter, and this is the tape. Its clean better copy and I will warn you... ...what you are about to hear is VERY VERY DISTURBING. |
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2. | Thank Your Lucky Scars | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Governed by the moon She’s a cold headmistress I am lycanthropic Too evolved to miss this Opportunity to taste The pausing lamb By the grace of heaven Come the claws I am Emerging with the hunger Scented blood a tease Urges surging under Thunder bludgeoning pleas Bathing in the afterglow Of Set let free On the scarlet march of woe To a dead set destiny True nature’s stark decree The crude dripping whipping Off the back of need We are lost souls run amok The raptor’s scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars You’re not for me Set astride my rearing nightmares The abhorrence King, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these evil jaws that leave no story This rancour soon will pass Just thank your lucky scars Chosen by the moon She’s a cold seductress Frozen to the bone Sje’s compelled to suck this Lust from out my veins To assert her role From the able mouth of Cain Spurt the things I do Howling at the ether Like a beast in heat Burning with a fever For a seasonal meat I shall never gloat On what the sufferer sees Me teeth are in their throat Blood is draining me of speech True nature’s stark decree The frute, finger licking From his sickening feat We are lost souls amok The rapture, scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars Your not like me Just thank your lucky scars Set astride my rearing nightmare The abhorrence Kind, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these haunted shores of purgatory Just thank your lucky scars |
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3. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) (elder version) | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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4. | Lilith Immaculate (elder version) | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time |
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5. | The Persecution Song (elder version) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed Gasps she just could not suppress After lights-out midst the dead And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness Time was running faster for disaster Strange nights were burning In the furnace of her dreams A name was uttered, Lilith Mistress, playmate, master Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy And in the thick of all In the Black Goddess’s thrall With the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall Promiscuous in step The Devil breathing down her neck As jealous zealots stitched apiece... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared To her Sisters of the cloth She now reeked of Astaroth Again the curse had surfaced Sneaking back the pagan years Weaving webs of great revealing Hidden in the convent An evil libido abided, undone Breathing, deceiving Feasting on her deviant feelings She’d clung to her crucifix Once her torturers begun Her screams came quick The miserichord Den to vice and screw That had reddened many tongues Wrung symphonies Of suffering from her Many moons hardened pure hearts Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Vile rites and rifled graves Mere hours, now towered Above this bent and beaten flower Her naked body privy to The Abbess and her ways Victoria fought No guilt was wrought Just a torrid retort of blasphemies Nails and crosses vomited forth From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell Arched like Hell At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart But then the end grew nigh A dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key... The persecution song Telltale signs of obsession No wailing banshee would dishonour their name Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke They hanged her there like Judas With the Hellcat in her reined Time was running faster for disaster Exorcism, torture, gallows Now a shallow grave A name was stuttered, Isaac Tongue-tied, simple, bastard They made him dig the pit Mindless of what it claimed |
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6. | Forgive Me Father (I’m in a Trance) | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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7. | The Spawn of Love and War (elder version) | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter worlds so erudite As those she now divulged to me In the throes of passions grip Indulging latent fantasies That ran forked tongues along the lip Of fate’s pudenda The twisted snake’s agenta Now the world would bend To her deadly legacy Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight From the convent at All Hallows Fair Without contemplating, we fled through the night Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care The Goddess had spoken And awoken desire It crackled in the air around us A psychic force shimmering like fire And on her breasts, that old necklace The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess Whose dirty little secret, other than me Now shone with bold intensity Vast the power it possessed The darkness brought to living flesh This treasure was ancient, taken by force From an elite caste of priests in Delphi The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course Then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep That necklace traversed Vile murders and miles worse But what was a curse To this perverse demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice For the maiden Harmonia The illegitimate spawn of love and war Jealousy made it gleam for her For with it clasped, her looking glass Was ever beautiful and young But disaster choked her royal caste And every throat on which it hung There madness, death and horror clung Immortalised in mortal guise She was a sight for blighted eyes A plague to gladly plagiarise And spread like red excited kisses She was more than me More than words Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels She cast a spell on every cell In my nobody She gave me back my tongue That she might run it on herself She was Lilith, she was light I was but a parasite Beckoned to temptation In her velvet overtones Through frozen arches, dressed in white She led me into paradise Neath comets in ovation Like the Queen of winter, throned.. Pleasures archetypal Then much rarer agonies I was a sworn disciple Of her whims and dark decrees In Europe’s hair Her spies were everywhere A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair Her greater plan All chaos and the fall of man For as she fed dark appetites She bred her children there The spawn of love and war Presiding over Hellfire clubs Arch-masons and Agharta The spawn of love and war She rode the beast, her legs apart A blazing pyre starter Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights And sensations ignited her grin As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites We climbed up to heaven in sin She came to me As she will come to you Intoxicating in her seduction Her siren sway, devastating voodoo Persistent, resistance is useless, fool To this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found A perverted Eden on sacred ground Vast the power I caressed The darkness brought to vivid flesh And in it she now rules a cowered universe |
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8. | Summer Dying Fast ("Midnight in the Labyrinth" Breadcrumb Trail) | 05:22 | instrumental |
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1. | You Can’t Polish a Turd, but You Can Roll It in Glitter (documentary) | ||
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2. | Lilith Immaculate (video) | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time |
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3. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare (Intro) | 01:22 | instrumental |
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4. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeons confer.... Chaos is spat From the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows Carving towards misdeed Stormchoirs gather A pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang tattered Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers Poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees (Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent) We are as a flame born unto the darkness Desires burning in palatial glades And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves.... Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether Artemis Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia With stars erased, throw wide the gates The infidel soon unmasks her face Neath silken shroud she waxes horn Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague, born to the priestess The secret amour of her archangelic rape Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake "The most August sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves Through which the never-dead escape" From dank, abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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5. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille’s men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Little angles out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom The superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It’s roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it’s bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Whre so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saves but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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6. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time Lilith Immaculate |
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7. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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8. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Lead to the river Midsummer I wave A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced, when you left me A rose in the rain... So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better... Nympheta... ...mine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I’m circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fall to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance out to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the bind of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better... Nympheta... Sunsetter... Nymphetamine None better... Nympheta...mine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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9. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour And the weak will flee or die Sie sind es die sich Anderlieb festhalten Fuer immer betend auf knien Vor der (finisteren) goetten I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For Her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising |
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10. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves children The reign in flesh begins again... V empire Funereal majesty awake Cneajna wreathed in snake Draconis talons rake... So haunted is my silent heart Dreaming only of the moon When velvet darkness falls tonight The thirst crescends anew... Only for you Inspired to mortal nightmare Ebony dressed for sunset In the dulcet whispers of the Damned... |
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11. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name...again and again I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest |
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12. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel swarmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Cruelty and the beast... Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss |
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13. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgment Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season, driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new flesh Red, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries, next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death, they never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehenna paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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14. | Summer Dying Fast (Outro) | 05:21 | instrumental |
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01:06:15 |
Evermore Darkly
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Martin Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations (track 4) |
Guest/Session | |
Nick Webb | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
John Aldridge | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (lead, soprano) (track 8) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Chitra Ramalingam | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations (track 2) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (track 1) |
Andrew Kennedy | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Caroline Campbell | Keyboards (live) |
Chris Young | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Emma Levy | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Steve Mullock | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Nikki Cutts | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Davey Gilder | Director of photography (promo video) |
Paul Allender | Graphic design |
Lord Filth | Liner notes |
Ross Bolidai | Director (promo video) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering |
Heather Snell | Producer (promo video) |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ralph Woodward | Choir conductor and arrangements |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Doug Cook | Mixing |
Paul Logus | Remixing (track 6) |
Natalie Shau | Artwork |
Rob "DJ Hooker" Caggiano | Remixing (track 6) |
Lee Fenton-Wilkinson | Art direction (promo video) |
Vlad Barin | Photography |
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Side A | |||
1. | Transmission from Hell | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
So, I’ve got a clean copy of the tape Here now and um, Well look I should warn you that This could really scare you. This is the letter that I received From one (inaudible)...that was Dated the 6th of june of 2006. I have recently started (inaudible)...to believe it When you talked about The sounds from hell tonight. My uncle had told me this story A couple of years ago and i didn’t Believe him, like I discounted the Stories as nothing more thab just a Hysterical religious newspaper account. The story about the digging of the Hole and the hearing of the sounds From hell is very real. It did occur, In Siberia on a regular mining Expedition exploring future oil reserves. My uncle collected video and audio Tapes and so forth, on the Paranormal and supernatural. Until he passed away recently Under strange, terrible circunstances. He let me listen to one of the audio tapes That he had on the sounds from hell In Siberia and I (inaudible)... He received his version from a Close friend who worked (inaudible)... It took me awhile to find it tonight, But attached is that sound from my Uncle’s tapes. It’s not the (inaudible)... But the sounds, those horrible sounds on there. I was very hesitant to send you this Because the noise bothers me to listen to. It has always....haunted me. To those who discounted the "Saberian Sounds From Hell" story, it Is true. And I, for one, wish it wasn’t. Well, that’s the letter, and this is the tape. Its clean better copy and I will warn you... ...what you are about to hear is VERY VERY DISTURBING. |
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2. | Thank Your Lucky Scars | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Governed by the moon She’s a cold headmistress I am lycanthropic Too evolved to miss this Opportunity to taste The pausing lamb By the grace of heaven Come the claws I am Emerging with the hunger Scented blood a tease Urges surging under Thunder bludgeoning pleas Bathing in the afterglow Of Set let free On the scarlet march of woe To a dead set destiny True nature’s stark decree The crude dripping whipping Off the back of need We are lost souls run amok The raptor’s scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars You’re not for me Set astride my rearing nightmares The abhorrence King, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these evil jaws that leave no story This rancour soon will pass Just thank your lucky scars Chosen by the moon She’s a cold seductress Frozen to the bone Sje’s compelled to suck this Lust from out my veins To assert her role From the able mouth of Cain Spurt the things I do Howling at the ether Like a beast in heat Burning with a fever For a seasonal meat I shall never gloat On what the sufferer sees Me teeth are in their throat Blood is draining me of speech True nature’s stark decree The frute, finger licking From his sickening feat We are lost souls amok The rapture, scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars Your not like me Just thank your lucky scars Set astride my rearing nightmare The abhorrence Kind, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these haunted shores of purgatory Just thank your lucky scars |
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3. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) (elder version) | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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4. | Lilith Immaculate (elder version) | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time |
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Side B | |||
5. | The Persecution Song (elder version) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed Gasps she just could not suppress After lights-out midst the dead And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness Time was running faster for disaster Strange nights were burning In the furnace of her dreams A name was uttered, Lilith Mistress, playmate, master Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy And in the thick of all In the Black Goddess’s thrall With the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall Promiscuous in step The Devil breathing down her neck As jealous zealots stitched apiece... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared To her Sisters of the cloth She now reeked of Astaroth Again the curse had surfaced Sneaking back the pagan years Weaving webs of great revealing Hidden in the convent An evil libido abided, undone Breathing, deceiving Feasting on her deviant feelings She’d clung to her crucifix Once her torturers begun Her screams came quick The miserichord Den to vice and screw That had reddened many tongues Wrung symphonies Of suffering from her Many moons hardened pure hearts Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Vile rites and rifled graves Mere hours, now towered Above this bent and beaten flower Her naked body privy to The Abbess and her ways Victoria fought No guilt was wrought Just a torrid retort of blasphemies Nails and crosses vomited forth From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell Arched like Hell At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart But then the end grew nigh A dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key... The persecution song Telltale signs of obsession No wailing banshee would dishonour their name Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke They hanged her there like Judas With the Hellcat in her reined Time was running faster for disaster Exorcism, torture, gallows Now a shallow grave A name was stuttered, Isaac Tongue-tied, simple, bastard They made him dig the pit Mindless of what it claimed |
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6. | Forgive Me Father (I’m in a Trance) | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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7. | The Spawn of Love and War (elder version) | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter worlds so erudite As those she now divulged to me In the throes of passions grip Indulging latent fantasies That ran forked tongues along the lip Of fate’s pudenda The twisted snake’s agenta Now the world would bend To her deadly legacy Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight From the convent at All Hallows Fair Without contemplating, we fled through the night Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care The Goddess had spoken And awoken desire It crackled in the air around us A psychic force shimmering like fire And on her breasts, that old necklace The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess Whose dirty little secret, other than me Now shone with bold intensity Vast the power it possessed The darkness brought to living flesh This treasure was ancient, taken by force From an elite caste of priests in Delphi The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course Then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep That necklace traversed Vile murders and miles worse But what was a curse To this perverse demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice For the maiden Harmonia The illegitimate spawn of love and war Jealousy made it gleam for her For with it clasped, her looking glass Was ever beautiful and young But disaster choked her royal caste And every throat on which it hung There madness, death and horror clung Immortalised in mortal guise She was a sight for blighted eyes A plague to gladly plagiarise And spread like red excited kisses She was more than me More than words Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels She cast a spell on every cell In my nobody She gave me back my tongue That she might run it on herself She was Lilith, she was light I was but a parasite Beckoned to temptation In her velvet overtones Through frozen arches, dressed in white She led me into paradise Neath comets in ovation Like the Queen of winter, throned.. Pleasures archetypal Then much rarer agonies I was a sworn disciple Of her whims and dark decrees In Europe’s hair Her spies were everywhere A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair Her greater plan All chaos and the fall of man For as she fed dark appetites She bred her children there The spawn of love and war Presiding over Hellfire clubs Arch-masons and Agharta The spawn of love and war She rode the beast, her legs apart A blazing pyre starter Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights And sensations ignited her grin As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites We climbed up to heaven in sin She came to me As she will come to you Intoxicating in her seduction Her siren sway, devastating voodoo Persistent, resistance is useless, fool To this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found A perverted Eden on sacred ground Vast the power I caressed The darkness brought to vivid flesh And in it she now rules a cowered universe |
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8. | Summer Dying Fast ("Midnight in the Labyrinth" Breadcrumb Trail) | 05:22 | instrumental |
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43:24 |
Evermore Darkly
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Martin Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations (track 4) |
Guest/Session | |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Nick Webb | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
John Aldridge | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (lead, soprano) (track 8) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations (track 2) |
Chitra Ramalingam | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Caroline Campbell | Keyboards (live) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (track 1) |
Andrew Kennedy | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Chris Young | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Emma Levy | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Steve Mullock | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Nikki Cutts | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Allender | Graphic design |
Lord Filth | Liner notes |
Davey Gilder | Director of photography (promo video) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering |
Ross Bolidai | Director (promo video) |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Heather Snell | Producer (promo video) |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Ralph Woodward | Choir conductor and arrangements |
Doug Cook | Mixing |
Paul Logus | Remixing (track 6) |
Rob "DJ Hooker" Caggiano | Remixing (track 6) |
Natalie Shau | Artwork |
Vlad Barin | Photography |
Lee Fenton-Wilkinson | Art direction (promo video) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 (CD) - Evermore Darkly | |||
1. | Transmission from Hell | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
So, I’ve got a clean copy of the tape Here now and um, Well look I should warn you that This could really scare you. This is the letter that I received From one (inaudible)...that was Dated the 6th of june of 2006. I have recently started (inaudible)...to believe it When you talked about The sounds from hell tonight. My uncle had told me this story A couple of years ago and i didn’t Believe him, like I discounted the Stories as nothing more thab just a Hysterical religious newspaper account. The story about the digging of the Hole and the hearing of the sounds From hell is very real. It did occur, In Siberia on a regular mining Expedition exploring future oil reserves. My uncle collected video and audio Tapes and so forth, on the Paranormal and supernatural. Until he passed away recently Under strange, terrible circunstances. He let me listen to one of the audio tapes That he had on the sounds from hell In Siberia and I (inaudible)... He received his version from a Close friend who worked (inaudible)... It took me awhile to find it tonight, But attached is that sound from my Uncle’s tapes. It’s not the (inaudible)... But the sounds, those horrible sounds on there. I was very hesitant to send you this Because the noise bothers me to listen to. It has always....haunted me. To those who discounted the "Saberian Sounds From Hell" story, it Is true. And I, for one, wish it wasn’t. Well, that’s the letter, and this is the tape. Its clean better copy and I will warn you... ...what you are about to hear is VERY VERY DISTURBING. |
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2. | Thank Your Lucky Scars | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Governed by the moon She’s a cold headmistress I am lycanthropic Too evolved to miss this Opportunity to taste The pausing lamb By the grace of heaven Come the claws I am Emerging with the hunger Scented blood a tease Urges surging under Thunder bludgeoning pleas Bathing in the afterglow Of Set let free On the scarlet march of woe To a dead set destiny True nature’s stark decree The crude dripping whipping Off the back of need We are lost souls run amok The raptor’s scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars You’re not for me Set astride my rearing nightmares The abhorrence King, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these evil jaws that leave no story This rancour soon will pass Just thank your lucky scars Chosen by the moon She’s a cold seductress Frozen to the bone Sje’s compelled to suck this Lust from out my veins To assert her role From the able mouth of Cain Spurt the things I do Howling at the ether Like a beast in heat Burning with a fever For a seasonal meat I shall never gloat On what the sufferer sees Me teeth are in their throat Blood is draining me of speech True nature’s stark decree The frute, finger licking From his sickening feat We are lost souls amok The rapture, scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars Your not like me Just thank your lucky scars Set astride my rearing nightmare The abhorrence Kind, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these haunted shores of purgatory Just thank your lucky scars |
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3. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) (elder version) | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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4. | Lilith Immaculate (elder version) | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time |
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5. | The Persecution Song (elder version) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed Gasps she just could not suppress After lights-out midst the dead And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness Time was running faster for disaster Strange nights were burning In the furnace of her dreams A name was uttered, Lilith Mistress, playmate, master Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy And in the thick of all In the Black Goddess’s thrall With the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall Promiscuous in step The Devil breathing down her neck As jealous zealots stitched apiece... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared To her Sisters of the cloth She now reeked of Astaroth Again the curse had surfaced Sneaking back the pagan years Weaving webs of great revealing Hidden in the convent An evil libido abided, undone Breathing, deceiving Feasting on her deviant feelings She’d clung to her crucifix Once her torturers begun Her screams came quick The miserichord Den to vice and screw That had reddened many tongues Wrung symphonies Of suffering from her Many moons hardened pure hearts Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Vile rites and rifled graves Mere hours, now towered Above this bent and beaten flower Her naked body privy to The Abbess and her ways Victoria fought No guilt was wrought Just a torrid retort of blasphemies Nails and crosses vomited forth From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell Arched like Hell At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart But then the end grew nigh A dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key... The persecution song Telltale signs of obsession No wailing banshee would dishonour their name Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke They hanged her there like Judas With the Hellcat in her reined Time was running faster for disaster Exorcism, torture, gallows Now a shallow grave A name was stuttered, Isaac Tongue-tied, simple, bastard They made him dig the pit Mindless of what it claimed |
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6. | Forgive Me Father (I’m in a Trance) | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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7. | The Spawn of Love and War (elder version) | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter worlds so erudite As those she now divulged to me In the throes of passions grip Indulging latent fantasies That ran forked tongues along the lip Of fate’s pudenda The twisted snake’s agenta Now the world would bend To her deadly legacy Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight From the convent at All Hallows Fair Without contemplating, we fled through the night Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care The Goddess had spoken And awoken desire It crackled in the air around us A psychic force shimmering like fire And on her breasts, that old necklace The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess Whose dirty little secret, other than me Now shone with bold intensity Vast the power it possessed The darkness brought to living flesh This treasure was ancient, taken by force From an elite caste of priests in Delphi The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course Then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep That necklace traversed Vile murders and miles worse But what was a curse To this perverse demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice For the maiden Harmonia The illegitimate spawn of love and war Jealousy made it gleam for her For with it clasped, her looking glass Was ever beautiful and young But disaster choked her royal caste And every throat on which it hung There madness, death and horror clung Immortalised in mortal guise She was a sight for blighted eyes A plague to gladly plagiarise And spread like red excited kisses She was more than me More than words Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels She cast a spell on every cell In my nobody She gave me back my tongue That she might run it on herself She was Lilith, she was light I was but a parasite Beckoned to temptation In her velvet overtones Through frozen arches, dressed in white She led me into paradise Neath comets in ovation Like the Queen of winter, throned.. Pleasures archetypal Then much rarer agonies I was a sworn disciple Of her whims and dark decrees In Europe’s hair Her spies were everywhere A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair Her greater plan All chaos and the fall of man For as she fed dark appetites She bred her children there The spawn of love and war Presiding over Hellfire clubs Arch-masons and Agharta The spawn of love and war She rode the beast, her legs apart A blazing pyre starter Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights And sensations ignited her grin As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites We climbed up to heaven in sin She came to me As she will come to you Intoxicating in her seduction Her siren sway, devastating voodoo Persistent, resistance is useless, fool To this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found A perverted Eden on sacred ground Vast the power I caressed The darkness brought to vivid flesh And in it she now rules a cowered universe |
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8. | Summer Dying Fast ("Midnight in the Labyrinth" Breadcrumb Trail) | 05:22 | instrumental |
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1. | You Can’t Polish a Turd, but You Can Roll It in Glitter (documentary) | ||
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2. | Lilith Immaculate (video) | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time |
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3. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare | 01:22 | instrumental |
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4. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeons confer.... Chaos is spat From the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows Carving towards misdeed Stormchoirs gather A pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang tattered Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers Poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees (Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent) We are as a flame born unto the darkness Desires burning in palatial glades And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves.... Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether Artemis Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia With stars erased, throw wide the gates The infidel soon unmasks her face Neath silken shroud she waxes horn Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague, born to the priestess The secret amour of her archangelic rape Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake "The most August sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves Through which the never-dead escape" From dank, abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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5. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille’s men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Little angles out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom The superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It’s roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it’s bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Whre so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saves but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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6. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time Lilith Immaculate |
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7. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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8. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Lead to the river Midsummer I wave A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced, when you left me A rose in the rain... So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better... Nympheta... ...mine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I’m circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fall to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance out to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the bind of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better... Nympheta... Sunsetter... Nymphetamine None better... Nympheta...mine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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9. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour And the weak will flee or die Sie sind es die sich Anderlieb festhalten Fuer immer betend auf knien Vor der (finisteren) goetten I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For Her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising |
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10. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves children The reign in flesh begins again... V empire Funereal majesty awake Cneajna wreathed in snake Draconis talons rake... So haunted is my silent heart Dreaming only of the moon When velvet darkness falls tonight The thirst crescends anew... Only for you Inspired to mortal nightmare Ebony dressed for sunset In the dulcet whispers of the Damned... |
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11. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name...again and again I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest |
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12. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel swarmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Cruelty and the beast... Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss |
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13. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgment Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season, driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new flesh Red, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries, next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death, they never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehenna paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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14. | Summer Dying Fast (Outro) | 05:21 | instrumental |
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Evermore Darkly
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Dave Pybus | Bass |
James McIlroy | Guitars |
Martin Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations (track 4) |
Guest/Session | |
Nick Webb | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Philippa Mann | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Tim Cutts | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
John Aldridge | Vocals (bass) (track 8) |
Dora Kemp | Vocals (lead, soprano) (track 8) |
Anna Asbach-Cullen | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Mark Newby-Robson | Orchestrations (track 2) |
Chitra Ramalingam | Vocals (soprano) (track 8) |
Doug Bradley | Vocals (narration) (track 1) |
Caroline Campbell | Keyboards (live) |
Andrew Kennedy | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Emma Levy | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Chris Young | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Nikki Cutts | Vocals (alto) (track 8) |
Steve Mullock | Vocals (tenor) (track 8) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Paul Allender | Graphic design |
Davey Gilder | Director of photography (promo video) |
Lord Filth | Liner notes |
Mark Harwood | Engineering |
Ross Bolidai | Director (promo video) |
Heather Snell | Producer (promo video) |
Dan Turner | Engineering |
Ralph Woodward | Choir conductor and arrangements |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Engineering, Mixing |
Doug Cook | Mixing |
Paul Logus | Remixing (track 6) |
Natalie Shau | Artwork |
Rob "DJ Hooker" Caggiano | Remixing (track 6) |
Vlad Barin | Photography |
Lee Fenton-Wilkinson | Art direction (promo video) |
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Disc 1 (CD) | |||
1. | Transmission from Hell | 02:05 | Show lyrics |
So, I’ve got a clean copy of the tape Here now and um, Well look I should warn you that This could really scare you. This is the letter that I received From one (inaudible)...that was Dated the 6th of june of 2006. I have recently started (inaudible)...to believe it When you talked about The sounds from hell tonight. My uncle had told me this story A couple of years ago and i didn’t Believe him, like I discounted the Stories as nothing more thab just a Hysterical religious newspaper account. The story about the digging of the Hole and the hearing of the sounds From hell is very real. It did occur, In Siberia on a regular mining Expedition exploring future oil reserves. My uncle collected video and audio Tapes and so forth, on the Paranormal and supernatural. Until he passed away recently Under strange, terrible circunstances. He let me listen to one of the audio tapes That he had on the sounds from hell In Siberia and I (inaudible)... He received his version from a Close friend who worked (inaudible)... It took me awhile to find it tonight, But attached is that sound from my Uncle’s tapes. It’s not the (inaudible)... But the sounds, those horrible sounds on there. I was very hesitant to send you this Because the noise bothers me to listen to. It has always....haunted me. To those who discounted the "Saberian Sounds From Hell" story, it Is true. And I, for one, wish it wasn’t. Well, that’s the letter, and this is the tape. Its clean better copy and I will warn you... ...what you are about to hear is VERY VERY DISTURBING. |
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2. | Thank Your Lucky Scars | 04:52 | Show lyrics |
Governed by the moon She’s a cold headmistress I am lycanthropic Too evolved to miss this Opportunity to taste The pausing lamb By the grace of heaven Come the claws I am Emerging with the hunger Scented blood a tease Urges surging under Thunder bludgeoning pleas Bathing in the afterglow Of Set let free On the scarlet march of woe To a dead set destiny True nature’s stark decree The crude dripping whipping Off the back of need We are lost souls run amok The raptor’s scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars You’re not for me Set astride my rearing nightmares The abhorrence King, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these evil jaws that leave no story This rancour soon will pass Just thank your lucky scars Chosen by the moon She’s a cold seductress Frozen to the bone Sje’s compelled to suck this Lust from out my veins To assert her role From the able mouth of Cain Spurt the things I do Howling at the ether Like a beast in heat Burning with a fever For a seasonal meat I shall never gloat On what the sufferer sees Me teeth are in their throat Blood is draining me of speech True nature’s stark decree The frute, finger licking From his sickening feat We are lost souls amok The rapture, scratch, Ragnarok The crossed pounding holy flock Like a werewolf blitzkrieg I am stuck on killing spree A premature star That shot reprieve So fuck you Lady sympathy Just thank your lucky scars Your not like me Just thank your lucky scars Set astride my rearing nightmare The abhorrence Kind, Death bound in glory I see their idle tide in fear now turn there Before these haunted shores of purgatory Just thank your lucky scars |
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3. | Forgive Me Father (I Have Sinned) (elder version) | 04:21 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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4. | Lilith Immaculate (elder version) | 08:11 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time |
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5. | The Persecution Song (elder version) | 05:43 | Show lyrics |
At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed Gasps she just could not suppress After lights-out midst the dead And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness Time was running faster for disaster Strange nights were burning In the furnace of her dreams A name was uttered, Lilith Mistress, playmate, master Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy And in the thick of all In the Black Goddess’s thrall With the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall Promiscuous in step The Devil breathing down her neck As jealous zealots stitched apiece... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared To her Sisters of the cloth She now reeked of Astaroth Again the curse had surfaced Sneaking back the pagan years Weaving webs of great revealing Hidden in the convent An evil libido abided, undone Breathing, deceiving Feasting on her deviant feelings She’d clung to her crucifix Once her torturers begun Her screams came quick The miserichord Den to vice and screw That had reddened many tongues Wrung symphonies Of suffering from her Many moons hardened pure hearts Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Vile rites and rifled graves Mere hours, now towered Above this bent and beaten flower Her naked body privy to The Abbess and her ways Victoria fought No guilt was wrought Just a torrid retort of blasphemies Nails and crosses vomited forth From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell Arched like Hell At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart But then the end grew nigh A dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key... The persecution song Telltale signs of obsession No wailing banshee would dishonour their name Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke They hanged her there like Judas With the Hellcat in her reined Time was running faster for disaster Exorcism, torture, gallows Now a shallow grave A name was stuttered, Isaac Tongue-tied, simple, bastard They made him dig the pit Mindless of what it claimed |
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6. | Forgive Me Father (I’m in a Trance) | 06:27 | Show lyrics |
Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all Flesh, End of all Days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I’ll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I’ll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfill all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I’m hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I’m wont to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I’ll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan’s concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her painted claws in again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I’ve come undone |
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7. | The Spawn of Love and War (elder version) | 06:23 | Show lyrics |
Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter worlds so erudite As those she now divulged to me In the throes of passions grip Indulging latent fantasies That ran forked tongues along the lip Of fate’s pudenda The twisted snake’s agenta Now the world would bend To her deadly legacy Life’s graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight From the convent at All Hallows Fair Without contemplating, we fled through the night Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care The Goddess had spoken And awoken desire It crackled in the air around us A psychic force shimmering like fire And on her breasts, that old necklace The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess Whose dirty little secret, other than me Now shone with bold intensity Vast the power it possessed The darkness brought to living flesh This treasure was ancient, taken by force From an elite caste of priests in Delphi The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course Then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep That necklace traversed Vile murders and miles worse But what was a curse To this perverse demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice For the maiden Harmonia The illegitimate spawn of love and war Jealousy made it gleam for her For with it clasped, her looking glass Was ever beautiful and young But disaster choked her royal caste And every throat on which it hung There madness, death and horror clung Immortalised in mortal guise She was a sight for blighted eyes A plague to gladly plagiarise And spread like red excited kisses She was more than me More than words Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels She cast a spell on every cell In my nobody She gave me back my tongue That she might run it on herself She was Lilith, she was light I was but a parasite Beckoned to temptation In her velvet overtones Through frozen arches, dressed in white She led me into paradise Neath comets in ovation Like the Queen of winter, throned.. Pleasures archetypal Then much rarer agonies I was a sworn disciple Of her whims and dark decrees In Europe’s hair Her spies were everywhere A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair Her greater plan All chaos and the fall of man For as she fed dark appetites She bred her children there The spawn of love and war Presiding over Hellfire clubs Arch-masons and Agharta The spawn of love and war She rode the beast, her legs apart A blazing pyre starter Life’s playground elated, such dizzying sights And sensations ignited her grin As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites We climbed up to heaven in sin She came to me As she will come to you Intoxicating in her seduction Her siren sway, devastating voodoo Persistent, resistance is useless, fool To this Goddess, in lust she’s cruel Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found A perverted Eden on sacred ground Vast the power I caressed The darkness brought to vivid flesh And in it she now rules a cowered universe |
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8. | Summer Dying Fast ("Midnight in the Labyrinth" Breadcrumb Trail) | 05:22 | instrumental |
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Disc 2 (DVD) | |||
1. | You Can’t Polish a Turd, but You Can Roll It in Glitter (documentary) | ||
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2. | Lilith Immaculate (video) | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time |
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3. | Humana Inspired to Nightmare (Intro) | 01:22 | instrumental |
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4. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 07:04 | Show lyrics |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeons confer.... Chaos is spat From the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows Carving towards misdeed Stormchoirs gather A pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang tattered Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers Poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees (Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent) We are as a flame born unto the darkness Desires burning in palatial glades And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves.... Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether Artemis Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia With stars erased, throw wide the gates The infidel soon unmasks her face Neath silken shroud she waxes horn Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague, born to the priestess The secret amour of her archangelic rape Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake "The most August sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves Through which the never-dead escape" From dank, abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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5. | Honey and Sulphur | 05:31 | Show lyrics |
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille’s men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Little angles out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom The superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It’s roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it’s bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Whre so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saves but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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6. | Lilith Immaculate | 06:25 | Show lyrics |
Church bells resounded like judgement day As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they’d smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier’s barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, i’ll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia’s necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate "Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate" The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith’s kingdom Drew closer with time Lilith Immaculate |
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7. | Her Ghost in the Fog | 04:35 | Show lyrics |
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity’s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn’t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar’s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ’til tears crept back to prayer She’d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She’d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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8. | Nymphetamine | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Lead to the river Midsummer I wave A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced, when you left me A rose in the rain... So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better... Nympheta... ...mine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I’m circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fall to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance out to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I’m a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the bind of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter... Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better... Nympheta... Sunsetter... Nymphetamine None better... Nympheta...mine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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9. | The Principle of Evil Made Flesh | 04:36 | Show lyrics |
From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved of Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour And the weak will flee or die Sie sind es die sich Anderlieb festhalten Fuer immer betend auf knien Vor der (finisteren) goetten I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For Her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names To the name of Baphomet: Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising |
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10. | Ebony Dressed for Sunset | 02:52 | Show lyrics |
Unshadow thyselves children The reign in flesh begins again... V empire Funereal majesty awake Cneajna wreathed in snake Draconis talons rake... So haunted is my silent heart Dreaming only of the moon When velvet darkness falls tonight The thirst crescends anew... Only for you Inspired to mortal nightmare Ebony dressed for sunset In the dulcet whispers of the Damned... |
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11. | The Forest Whispers My Name | 05:09 | Show lyrics |
Black candles dance to an overture But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From Chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name...again and again I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest |
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12. | Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids | 07:21 | Show lyrics |
Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she’d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover’s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel swarmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel’s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Cruelty and the beast... Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror’s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss |
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13. | From the Cradle to Enslave | 04:32 | Show lyrics |
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept Hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fres horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ‘god´? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ‘neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgment Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season, driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker’s shore Heiling new flesh Red, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries, next of Eve Now they’re clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death, they never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we’ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehenna paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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14. | Summer Dying Fast (Outro) | 05:21 | instrumental |
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The Manticore and Other Horrors
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Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Paul Allender | Producer |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Scott Atkins | Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer, Recording |
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Nightmares of an Ether Drinker | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Bursting with madness the moon shall derange The ether caresses my veins Cursing the feverous reign I taste the change Lips curl, my grip starts to harden Maelstorms are loosed in the garden Angels will whisper bane Hidden meanings in the teachings of pain Time warps with their kiss bestowed again Go go go tidal vertigo Back is an arrogant front Truth is a lie, suicidal eyes Plummet from the summit of this pissed up... Nightmare Hellucinations, bare mountain night Walpurgis is thirsting for souls My coven is sloven For blood still muds the knolls Visions soar phantasmagorical Collidescopic, whetting the oracle Fast awake to make this dreamland obey Forsaking others for the chasing of prey I take another draught, fates spirit me away Go go go wicked vertigo Intoxication is a fur Worn about stitched arctic shoulders It sets this melancholy beast to purr Lost in bliss, the mooring slips Hyde is high and mighty In veneration of his role Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I have left bereft the flesh Sanctuary for the grail of woe Now suddenly I see Like innocent breath through a perfumed harem A gash of lightning tearing ashen skies Betray the scene A deathless army, the greatest never been Lurks frighteningly silent Hanging on the fatal call for carnage Come the awful sundering The devilment is thundering Fellow travellers tread careful Hell awaits diethyl dreams These lush pretence dimensions wean Come the awful sundering The devilment is thundering Seeking ways back to our world Eldritch curators scheme Horrors rush upon us as we flee I plunge on a comet, vomit the sea Lunge upright to flames advancing on me Dancing like Mardi Gras dark company Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I am riding high tonight In celebration of my role Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I will leave relieved my flesh Sanctuary for the grail of woe |
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12. | Death, the Great Adventure | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Sometimes red curtains fall Before the act has headed for the wings As on that night disaster crawled out from the stalls... Suddenly the dark, the thickest Stygian dark Pressing on all sides with vertigo Running from the quickest in the sickest abyss My spirit’s lifted by an angel of woe A dredged up dreadful past Drags discordant thoughts my way Unforgiven and driven to despair I sense the mordant wraith Azazel Standing there Now the vision simmers I spy a distant gleam Racing ever closer Through this persistent dream And by its welcome glimmer Writhing into sight The brutish groping nightmares That hide beside the light Then a roar And a voice like a pride of lions Thunders from the maw In a blackened mass The creatures flee Screaming bloody murder as A shining gateway opens for me Death, the great adventure At the peril of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger Spared this awful realm Where those who stalk the living haunt the murk Untethered pleasures keep them tied to flawed Humana I’m floating upwards still, to where the tunnel mouth reveals Two Manticores that ward an ebon door I muster lean resolve, as the luminance dissolves And I am thrust headlong before the venomous jaws I am in darkness again But here accursedness is vastly deeper Unforgiven and given to torment I am nothing Grotesque, grotesque, bereft of judgement This abyss, a void Where stripped of all but Self One must wish to be destroyed To pass on somewhere else Beyond this pit of wicked shouts Madness and fallacies Aeons I failed to rail my doubts Before fear left love saving me Then a roar And a voice like a clash of Titans Thunders from the maw In a seething mass The horrors flee Screaming bloody murder as A shrouded sky opens immensely Listen! What Eden shall arise Abundant from the cliffs That stunt Hell’s redundant cries? A view of breathtaking beauty Unveils, as the sun disperses perversities Death, death, the great adventure For the glory of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger The damaged man revives With dawning truth, this morning suits The world I left abruptly In exaltation, I find myself alive Near-death to steer a life long-led corruptly The sweet silver chord that keeps me moored I know that heaven sent her From the cold to hold her face again I rose from death, the great adventure |
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13. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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The Manticore and Other Horrors
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Paul Allender | Producer |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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The Manticore and Other Horrors
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Dani Filth | Producer |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Paul Allender | Producer |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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Side B | |||
4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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2. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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3. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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Side B | |||
4. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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5. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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6. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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27:32 |
The Manticore and Other Horrors
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Paul Allender | Producer |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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51:35 |
The Manticore and Other Horrors
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Paul Allender | Producer |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Nightmares of an Ether Drinker | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Bursting with madness the moon shall derange The ether caresses my veins Cursing the feverous reign I taste the change Lips curl, my grip starts to harden Maelstorms are loosed in the garden Angels will whisper bane Hidden meanings in the teachings of pain Time warps with their kiss bestowed again Go go go tidal vertigo Back is an arrogant front Truth is a lie, suicidal eyes Plummet from the summit of this pissed up... Nightmare Hellucinations, bare mountain night Walpurgis is thirsting for souls My coven is sloven For blood still muds the knolls Visions soar phantasmagorical Collidescopic, whetting the oracle Fast awake to make this dreamland obey Forsaking others for the chasing of prey I take another draught, fates spirit me away Go go go wicked vertigo Intoxication is a fur Worn about stitched arctic shoulders It sets this melancholy beast to purr Lost in bliss, the mooring slips Hyde is high and mighty In veneration of his role Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I have left bereft the flesh Sanctuary for the grail of woe Now suddenly I see Like innocent breath through a perfumed harem A gash of lightning tearing ashen skies Betray the scene A deathless army, the greatest never been Lurks frighteningly silent Hanging on the fatal call for carnage Come the awful sundering The devilment is thundering Fellow travellers tread careful Hell awaits diethyl dreams These lush pretence dimensions wean Come the awful sundering The devilment is thundering Seeking ways back to our world Eldritch curators scheme Horrors rush upon us as we flee I plunge on a comet, vomit the sea Lunge upright to flames advancing on me Dancing like Mardi Gras dark company Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I am riding high tonight In celebration of my role Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I will leave relieved my flesh Sanctuary for the grail of woe |
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12. | Death, the Great Adventure | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Sometimes red curtains fall Before the act has headed for the wings As on that night disaster crawled out from the stalls... Suddenly the dark, the thickest Stygian dark Pressing on all sides with vertigo Running from the quickest in the sickest abyss My spirit’s lifted by an angel of woe A dredged up dreadful past Drags discordant thoughts my way Unforgiven and driven to despair I sense the mordant wraith Azazel Standing there Now the vision simmers I spy a distant gleam Racing ever closer Through this persistent dream And by its welcome glimmer Writhing into sight The brutish groping nightmares That hide beside the light Then a roar And a voice like a pride of lions Thunders from the maw In a blackened mass The creatures flee Screaming bloody murder as A shining gateway opens for me Death, the great adventure At the peril of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger Spared this awful realm Where those who stalk the living haunt the murk Untethered pleasures keep them tied to flawed Humana I’m floating upwards still, to where the tunnel mouth reveals Two Manticores that ward an ebon door I muster lean resolve, as the luminance dissolves And I am thrust headlong before the venomous jaws I am in darkness again But here accursedness is vastly deeper Unforgiven and given to torment I am nothing Grotesque, grotesque, bereft of judgement This abyss, a void Where stripped of all but Self One must wish to be destroyed To pass on somewhere else Beyond this pit of wicked shouts Madness and fallacies Aeons I failed to rail my doubts Before fear left love saving me Then a roar And a voice like a clash of Titans Thunders from the maw In a seething mass The horrors flee Screaming bloody murder as A shrouded sky opens immensely Listen! What Eden shall arise Abundant from the cliffs That stunt Hell’s redundant cries? A view of breathtaking beauty Unveils, as the sun disperses perversities Death, death, the great adventure For the glory of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger The damaged man revives With dawning truth, this morning suits The world I left abruptly In exaltation, I find myself alive Near-death to steer a life long-led corruptly The sweet silver chord that keeps me moored I know that heaven sent her From the cold to hold her face again I rose from death, the great adventure |
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13. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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The Manticore and Other Horrors
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Paul Allender | Producer |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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51:35 |
The Manticore and Other Horrors
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Paul Allender | Producer |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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51:35 |
The Manticore and Other Horrors
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Paul Allender | Producer |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:47 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:13 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:35 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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51:39 |
The Manticore and Other Horrors
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Dani Filth | Producer |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Paul Allender | Producer |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Nightmares of an Ether Drinker | 04:33 | Show lyrics |
Bursting with madness the moon shall derange The ether caresses my veins Cursing the feverous reign I taste the change Lips curl, my grip starts to harden Maelstorms are loosed in the garden Angels will whisper bane Hidden meanings in the teachings of pain Time warps with their kiss bestowed again Go go go tidal vertigo Back is an arrogant front Truth is a lie, suicidal eyes Plummet from the summit of this pissed up... Nightmare Hellucinations, bare mountain night Walpurgis is thirsting for souls My coven is sloven For blood still muds the knolls Visions soar phantasmagorical Collidescopic, whetting the oracle Fast awake to make this dreamland obey Forsaking others for the chasing of prey I take another draught, fates spirit me away Go go go wicked vertigo Intoxication is a fur Worn about stitched arctic shoulders It sets this melancholy beast to purr Lost in bliss, the mooring slips Hyde is high and mighty In veneration of his role Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I have left bereft the flesh Sanctuary for the grail of woe Now suddenly I see Like innocent breath through a perfumed harem A gash of lightning tearing ashen skies Betray the scene A deathless army, the greatest never been Lurks frighteningly silent Hanging on the fatal call for carnage Come the awful sundering The devilment is thundering Fellow travellers tread careful Hell awaits diethyl dreams These lush pretence dimensions wean Come the awful sundering The devilment is thundering Seeking ways back to our world Eldritch curators scheme Horrors rush upon us as we flee I plunge on a comet, vomit the sea Lunge upright to flames advancing on me Dancing like Mardi Gras dark company Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I am riding high tonight In celebration of my role Dreams amass Nightmares are rising Dreams amass Unsympathising Dreams a massace I will leave relieved my flesh Sanctuary for the grail of woe |
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12. | Death, the Great Adventure | 06:18 | Show lyrics |
Sometimes red curtains fall Before the act has headed for the wings As on that night disaster crawled out from the stalls... Suddenly the dark, the thickest Stygian dark Pressing on all sides with vertigo Running from the quickest in the sickest abyss My spirit’s lifted by an angel of woe A dredged up dreadful past Drags discordant thoughts my way Unforgiven and driven to despair I sense the mordant wraith Azazel Standing there Now the vision simmers I spy a distant gleam Racing ever closer Through this persistent dream And by its welcome glimmer Writhing into sight The brutish groping nightmares That hide beside the light Then a roar And a voice like a pride of lions Thunders from the maw In a blackened mass The creatures flee Screaming bloody murder as A shining gateway opens for me Death, the great adventure At the peril of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger Spared this awful realm Where those who stalk the living haunt the murk Untethered pleasures keep them tied to flawed Humana I’m floating upwards still, to where the tunnel mouth reveals Two Manticores that ward an ebon door I muster lean resolve, as the luminance dissolves And I am thrust headlong before the venomous jaws I am in darkness again But here accursedness is vastly deeper Unforgiven and given to torment I am nothing Grotesque, grotesque, bereft of judgement This abyss, a void Where stripped of all but Self One must wish to be destroyed To pass on somewhere else Beyond this pit of wicked shouts Madness and fallacies Aeons I failed to rail my doubts Before fear left love saving me Then a roar And a voice like a clash of Titans Thunders from the maw In a seething mass The horrors flee Screaming bloody murder as A shrouded sky opens immensely Listen! What Eden shall arise Abundant from the cliffs That stunt Hell’s redundant cries? A view of breathtaking beauty Unveils, as the sun disperses perversities Death, death, the great adventure For the glory of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger The damaged man revives With dawning truth, this morning suits The world I left abruptly In exaltation, I find myself alive Near-death to steer a life long-led corruptly The sweet silver chord that keeps me moored I know that heaven sent her From the cold to hold her face again I rose from death, the great adventure |
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13. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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14. | The Unveiling of O (demo) | 02:08 | |
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15. | Manticore (demo) | 05:24 | |
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16. | Siding With the Titans (demo) | 04:59 | |
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17. | Death, the Great Adventure (demo) | 05:32 | |
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18. | Succumb to This (demo) | 04:31 | |
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19. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair (demo) | 04:12 | |
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20. | Illicitus (demo) | 05:04 | |
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21. | Pallid Reflection (demo) | 04:53 | |
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22. | The Abhorrent (demo) | 05:46 | |
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23. | For Your Vulgar Delectation (demo) | 04:34 | |
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24. | Frost on Her Pillow (demo) | 03:43 | |
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25. | Sinfonia (demo) | 05:19 | |
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26. | Frost on Her Pillow (video) | 04:14 | |
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27. | The Making of Frost on Her Pillow (video) | 09:10 | |
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28. | For Your Vulgar Delectation (video) | 04:49 | |
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29. | The Making of For Your Vulgar Delectation (video) | 09:53 | |
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The Manticore and Other Horrors
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Orchestrations |
Guest/Session | |
Joseph Kelly | Vocals (choirs) |
Jill Fallow | Vocals (choirs) |
Lucy Atkins | Vocals (female, choirs) |
Jasper Conway | Vocals (choirs) |
Scarlet Summer | Vocals (choirs) |
India Price | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Janet Granger | Vocals (choirs) |
Petra Stiles-Swinton | Vocals (choirs) |
Anita Kilpatrick | Vocals (choirs) |
Robert L. Friars | Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Oxblood | Vocals (choirs) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Engineering, Mastering, Producer |
Will Graney | Choir conductor, Arrangements |
Matt Vickerstaff | Cover art, Artwork |
Dani Filth | Producer |
Paul Allender | Producer |
James Sharrock | Photography |
Martin Skaroupka | Producer |
Travis Smith | Artwork (additional) |
Mark Harwood | Engineering (additional), Recording (vocals) |
Kewin Miceli | Artwork (additional) |
Richard Beeching | Layout |
Doug Cook | Engineering (additional) |
Tracks | |||
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1. | The Unveiling of O | 02:07 | instrumental |
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2. | The Abhorrent | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
I sing desolation On the breath of centuries Bringing annihilation Slaughter courses through my enemies I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of favour I had lived a God amongst the bold Like a true poetic saviour But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened ten thousandfold Death grew to know me... As the abhorrent Stricken from the light As dividing curses poured I was hiding in the thickening mire Biding for my war I’m climbing up the years to get you From a dark abyssic scheme Lovecraftian, part-Martian To the beast I used to be My laureates of gold are sold Horns spear the reddened sea And by my transformed hand Be sure The Heavens hear your final screams Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis Of a raging plague about to break Blue eyes rolled headlong to black When the darkness drew me to her caresses I was not always so cold Once upon a crime in times of old I had lived a God amongst the folds Of creeping epic failure But my people were dissolved By the flames of righteous strangers My name blackened and deeds annulled They grew to know me... As the abhorrent I’m a cemetery and a garden Ripe with near-putrefied life A phallus beginning to harden On the philosophy of a prurient knife I hear the dead begin to cry "Hostis Humanis Generis" My favourite leaden lullaby On sacred eyes I’ve asked for sacrifice Mere moments of atonement For your despise A stern believer That the great deceiver Is your precious God Whose preachers saw me demonised Now, the sun it sets On your nascent best of days Time to rise Gorgon, Calibos and Cain Titans unrepentant Lord Lucifer insane "If I am the Devil I shall honour my spiteful name" Tonight this world is burning To a fulsome serenade Arch nemesis, the best of this Destructive wickedness is on its way |
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3. | For Your Vulgar Delectation | 04:46 | Show lyrics |
Welcome with a stench of misadventure Libertine and sibling things a grim Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture The moon, one up on the chateau battlements Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia Come join this hive of masqueraders This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Dark royalties of ancient caste Feast in splendour For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn In marble ballrooms of delight The erotic and the wicked dance alike Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful The cellars smelt abrim With cracked wine and racked women Are spiced for even Marquis appetites Screams an aphrodisiac For the blackest ever nightfall Lords, heed the call Vast boudoirs here Are mastered by the minatory Walls plastered with the base relief Of baser glories Ma Cherie Debauchery Deflower of my life untie their bonds And push these fantasies To ever greater stories For your vulgar delectation Inhibit nothing, run free Loose sore cauteries before me Ripped, prolific scars Are titbits on which to feed The heathen hour strikes Wrong the rites, beasts ravage for your soul As lovely entrapment snaps her fingers Hell comes crawling This eve is pure and pagan Its teeth are in the past Let the cream of sinners learn at last For your vulgar delectation Decreed That hunger shall be sated by the dawn Dawn... burning, aghast With the judgment that we spend upon the evil We feed eternal hungriness Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral For your vulgar delectation Decreed That horrors shall be waited on the ones Who crave sin’s innovations |
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4. | Illicitus | 05:24 | Show lyrics |
Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure Deep swathes of gloom That once cocooned me in dark livery Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure Alas it’s true The beast you knew Found breath anew In the taut heartstrings of love’s assassin She was a huntress And an alabaster bride A Venus not averse to taking sides And in all my centuries Bar Carmilla in cerise Never had I fallen save for foolish pride As we walked, our affrighted lanterns Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise Illicitus So capricious Superstitious to the point of philistine The glue of secrecy grew paper thin Her beauty so delicious In the realm of the divine The cross about her throat gave up to sin In expectation Her lips to find The crates were blazing in my stone cold cellars That traitor love Once its spell ran headlong through my veins Now I felt it roar again Like an urge for murder ...Her kiss The paradigm of bliss Hot whispers on the wind In swanlike curves I graced salvation Amidst both worlds I promised her Eternity would be beautiful Yet, on the cusp I still not truly dared Her eyes plied hard a burning will Beseeching on her knees Like Salome unfulfilled I hung between two thieves Guilt and spilt desire Until that flame became a fire All consuming With strength renewed I turned again Death all lit up my perfect victim And she grew The scourge of men They hissed her name in perverted dictum Now we walk, our cavorting auras Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise Illictius Illicit Us |
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5. | Manticore | 05:53 | Show lyrics |
Write a story, any story But let it have dragons... Oh Gods of war In the jungle corridor I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore She stalks the shadows, burning The smoke is thick and reeks of blood Her hunger an eternal yearning Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater In the trees I see her eyes Like slithering she of snakes Monstrous this chimera In her beautiful anger Screaming from the pulpit Damnation’s oratory She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures Anthropophagous Manticora Press the silent violin of frisson over horror In my forced hand Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies Death endorsed invades our lands Gigantic, pyromantic A beast of naked flame Panting blackened masses from her opulent Godhead Ill-barbed are those tongues Spread wings eclipse her frame And in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed In darkness Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth She comes to masticate you whole She is the bane of mothers Grand leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras What man would damn the world to summon her? Be still Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer The perverse acid queen Ten thousand pillars in her heart Uphold and cracked palace of frozen killers And the mirror in her soul Polished black for scrying nightmares Bubbles with a lust that yearns to burn again Razor backed, she attacks Empire’s battle cat A creature of the white devil’s rule Mythical and mystical Provinces will recall the swarm Of refugees from her pall Mimicking victims With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind She is the whispering poison dart And the breath of armageddon all around The embodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors A lick of fire on her lips As silent as a will-o’-wisp She comes amongst you all, tigressive Blazing in her pride Hellraising horrors from the dark-side... Manticore |
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6. | Frost on Her Pillow | 04:12 | Show lyrics |
Facedown I sprawl in the forest’s cathedral Where she lies in thrall To a slippery coffin I first saw her grin in this graven lair My heart starting to canter Snow white skin and raven hair Lips full red as a blood decanter But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Magickal rites Turned with jealousy On a young reflection Back then Spring’s breeze sweetened the night Now the evenings are longing Shadows delight And frost on her pillow Glitters by the moonlight Months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways This past midnight cinderella With a smile like the winter sun On a misty day And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas But poison stunted there Seven trees weaving Arbour on nights Spent in ecstasy ’Neath their woodland awning She fell foul to witchcraft’s designs A weeping willow Wicked willed to sleep There’s frost on her pillow At the cost of mourning Now the lands fall grey, Devils revel and obey A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella The Queen of hearts tarred By the cards she’s swift to play In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways Our fairytale is over My love lies dead The kingdom writhes in a bed of dementia Misadventure strides instead A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray Pressed against the glass in pain One final graven kiss to say "My love I will avenge" Those fleeting hours flowers bloomed Beneath the tree-entangled moon Why did you have to leave so soon My illuminary friend? But hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mirror Justified spite Turned armageddon On a stunned reflection Back then Hell’s freeze strangled the night Summer is coming New flames ignite And frost on her pillow Is lost to morning light |
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7. | Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair | 04:23 | Show lyrics |
Bloated with disease A psychophantic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of gloden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to me This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Fettered from the get go Listen to me now For the road to glory goads you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From the dark We are less than worms and vermin Black clouds low and roll Shipwrecked in my psyche By siren fantasies Serpents Curl about my goals Hissing through the mirror As they slither over me Now... I pray you see the light Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise They splay night skies with desolation And the Devil never lets go Fate caught me In flagrante delicto Shame taught me Hells self-obsessive fresco Ruled by horrors Grue, no butterfly become Cocooned in utter guilt The gutters silt has overrun My rue transcendence Sheol builds Golem And this offence to nature Is hunting independence The more I wallow in grief The more fatalist I fall To this engorging beast The greatest traitor of them all Bloated with disease A psychopathic grease that clings Like a shroud thrown over me A coat of golden fleas And by their gleam The shadows grow to be This soul is sick with wicked exploration My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole A welcome mat for infestation Listen to them laugh For the roads to glory goad you Thistles on the path Always cast by the one who knows you From within the mirror |
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8. | Pallid Reflection | 05:34 | Show lyrics |
Here forms a knotted sorrow The vivid grasp of fading faces Storm clouds plot to follow... I wander despondent, a curse on the grave Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade Her ring is awaiting her back I watch her from shadows, pariah by day I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague Has turned her, as I to the black "Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum" Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no further needed in the mirror By my pallid reflection I thrust so perversely, the worst is this crave For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade Of dutiful victims I beautifully take With delicious malicious intent A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game The price of my night’s infidelity paid At the altar of her never faltering blade Of infernal nocturnal descent "Faster beats the heart of dark arcanum" So I walk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the leash to play I’m detritus to my chosen A ghost for all her days Thus is Cocytus frozen From those loved and left betrayed Dream-dappled streams of sunshine Dread fogs shall dissipate As red skies descend on graveyard floors Where the dead exhilarate "My heart is gone Taken by a nightmare bourgeois creature Now you belong To your sick womenagerie..." N, n, no, no I’m not the reason for this bleeding N, n, no, no My past is fast leaving me Aghast in purgatory Marie I turned a deaf ear to heaven When the evil eye accompanied me You’ll see I am no longer greeted in the mirror By my pallid reflection So I stalk the moonlit quarters Like a driven beast of prey A catalyst for madness, slaughter Given the season I taste the true nature Of this secret caste This devil undone Soars free at last... |
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9. | Siding with the Titans | 05:17 | Show lyrics |
Where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of Utopia The stench of vented corpses floats abroad These killing fields will yield to new horizons so Cyclopean With the advent of our resurrected Lords Siding with the Titans Cast into the ancient dark of Tartarus Below the underworld These ancient bastards bore their agonies Or, locked in slumbrous nightmares Twixt the spheres or ’neath the seas The slept until the righting of the cosmos set them free They slept until the blighting of the night sky Let them loose on you and me Welcome this return Titanomachian and Vatican-hearsed The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day the earth was burning Leviathans and Krakens Colossal horrors rising forth From oceans spewing Tsunamis Like heralds of malevolence Dispensing holocaust The grandiose ballet Of death and ravaged flesh The span of Mankind shut down In one massive shattered fucking breath A slice of moon thrust a fatal glow On their cold relentless freedom From core to crust and conquered pole to pole Reconfiguring for a fecund second Eden I had glimpsed this Hell before This twisted fungoid Boschian garden of insanity An infested Nevermore Rife with delights to annihilate humanity Gods fell upon us insects with world-devouring maws When nature’s emptry bounty died, I dreamt this tragic sight We precognitioners just tuned the signal to you all Amplified, the vision fried, pulsing magnetic stars were right Vast gates drew open What slathered forth began the fall Siding with the Titans Our last mistakes to which awake Past masters, mad and cruel Shalt witness the explicitness of their rule But I shall be rewarded And take my place amidst the black For what else is there left to do save usher these monsters back? I welcome this return I welcome this return Mountains of perversion, Elder versions and worse The mass enslavement of a passive Universe In nary a day temples were turning On judgment day I’m siding with the Titans... |
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10. | Succumb to This | 04:43 | Show lyrics |
Succumb to this slicker genesis The serpentine wish of a decandent stranger This fixed insistence From a twisted out-of-mind He is scum to his kind Slumming with the cast Of his vast Imaginarium Darkness come refined Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from unresistant sides Succumb to this He will promise the earth Laughing with the grasp Of all past denominations A master of rebirth "Flee demon flee I cast thee out with the power invested Please leave me be My heart is a biblical wreck" Cease and just see I rule this wide-eyed world unmolested Increasing fantasies With a wave of my hand And high tides of turning freed From the dizzying breeze of Quarantania Beauty swoons in caresses of nature Pleasures of the rooted flesh await her The taste of heaven for endeavouring Man To a grater measure of temptation’s folly Lo! The splendour of the throne The feasting spread of best harvests Picked clean off the bone The shining kingdoms Blent against red sunset skies And everywhere the scent of better wonders Set desires to fiery rise "Tonight All the stars burning bright are but a canopy for me A cinderella story, stellar jealousies are rife For my Prince holds a divine right Enlightened with the glorious" Blind faith falls for the First Seduction Induction into halls of shame With classic joys and fresh allures Life leads fantastic overtures "Indulge, only the coy abjure" This orgiastic ride Sigh! His smile’s just a laceration With a fascination for the massing dark side And he means war... Succumb to this wicked nemesis The paralysis of hissing imminent danger His kiss persistent, lips whisper his design Numb with bliss, licked of menaces This Philistine itch caught pissing in the manger Is never distant from his soul-corrupted prize He will show miracles Building on the fast Iconoclastic innovations Growing empirical Succumb to this |
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11. | Sinfonia | 03:23 | instrumental |
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51:35 |
Hammer of the Witches
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Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Toni Davey | Design |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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56:08 |
Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Toni Davey | Design |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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12. | King of the Woods | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Solsticial The lake is as a mirror For the moon That shimmers high above The sacrificial Lamb becoming clearer Soon shall be Just a shade that craved her love Arician oaks cloak the sacred grove Wherein her priest Awaits to greet His successor to this ancient throne The King Of The Woods Stands staunchest guard O’er the golden bough In the eldritch haunts of Nemi where I rake the fecund dells to take his crown Midsummer night grows pensive On the murder to befall The incumbent fright defensive Against my intense intent to rule Divine right by the bravest slave To perpetuate the flame To ascend to watch blest vestals bathe Where their temple bares Diana’s name The King Of The Woods Rex Nemorensis Cleaves the gilded tree And accepts the sentence of the God To reset his kindred spirit free The Queen Of The Stars Alights to earth And from the silvered water’s edge She means to take me in her arms But favours fulsome forest beds instead Communion with heaven The Goddess of the wild countryside As Egeria and Virbius We pleasure endeavour Together we ride I show my face, the lustrous one And by my grace, all men undone Fall neath my spell to fell delights This one I chose, I froze on sight Come sow me, mould me with thy seed So I might grow to Spring’s relief Fulfil the circle’s ritual needs Untold delights, twelve months to be Torches draw me from this reverie Where maids debauch me reverently And when night dissolves, I self-absolve Mounting my days with fate’s resolve Now Deep in the coals of my soul A hot tongue flickers A reign for her flame to unfold Before the hunt quickens Death’s bow |
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13. | Misericord | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Nightmares on a roll The spirit of fear Has alighted here Mercy on your soul... This fright, crepuscular Is muscular with vitriol Misericord I pass by as your shadow The ghostly burning arrow A marksman for your swerving heart Misericord I support your faith When weary, in disgrace You fall to doubt and pull all life apart On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall grin, your soul’s propeller Misericord Respite from the grief These spiteful nightfall teeth Grinding minds to tiny pieces Misericord Clockwork works the thief Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Drowned in alcohol Sirens of the deep Are demon forces Mercy on your soul... A life lived more monastic Drastic measures must extol On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall win, your soul’s propeller Bound to you like bloodline Familiar with the cracks The foul and fetid landscape Just off the beaten tracks Broods treacherous with sinkholes The moon is doused in tar And the fiend disaster preys upon This straight and narrow path Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Misericord I free you of the bond To pain, now flee beyond The veil of Death Where peace holds reign Misericord I’m the killing stroke The dagger in your throat Under the armour Calmer with its gain Enemies take control The swarming hordes Have stormed the walls Mercy on your soul... Tonight I close your eyes Before the temple falls Before the temple falls |
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Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Toni Davey | Design |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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Side B | |||
5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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2. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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3. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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4. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
5. | King of the Woods | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Solsticial The lake is as a mirror For the moon That shimmers high above The sacrificial Lamb becoming clearer Soon shall be Just a shade that craved her love Arician oaks cloak the sacred grove Wherein her priest Awaits to greet His successor to this ancient throne The King Of The Woods Stands staunchest guard O’er the golden bough In the eldritch haunts of Nemi where I rake the fecund dells to take his crown Midsummer night grows pensive On the murder to befall The incumbent fright defensive Against my intense intent to rule Divine right by the bravest slave To perpetuate the flame To ascend to watch blest vestals bathe Where their temple bares Diana’s name The King Of The Woods Rex Nemorensis Cleaves the gilded tree And accepts the sentence of the God To reset his kindred spirit free The Queen Of The Stars Alights to earth And from the silvered water’s edge She means to take me in her arms But favours fulsome forest beds instead Communion with heaven The Goddess of the wild countryside As Egeria and Virbius We pleasure endeavour Together we ride I show my face, the lustrous one And by my grace, all men undone Fall neath my spell to fell delights This one I chose, I froze on sight Come sow me, mould me with thy seed So I might grow to Spring’s relief Fulfil the circle’s ritual needs Untold delights, twelve months to be Torches draw me from this reverie Where maids debauch me reverently And when night dissolves, I self-absolve Mounting my days with fate’s resolve Now Deep in the coals of my soul A hot tongue flickers A reign for her flame to unfold Before the hunt quickens Death’s bow |
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6. | Misericord | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Nightmares on a roll The spirit of fear Has alighted here Mercy on your soul... This fright, crepuscular Is muscular with vitriol Misericord I pass by as your shadow The ghostly burning arrow A marksman for your swerving heart Misericord I support your faith When weary, in disgrace You fall to doubt and pull all life apart On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall grin, your soul’s propeller Misericord Respite from the grief These spiteful nightfall teeth Grinding minds to tiny pieces Misericord Clockwork works the thief Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Drowned in alcohol Sirens of the deep Are demon forces Mercy on your soul... A life lived more monastic Drastic measures must extol On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall win, your soul’s propeller Bound to you like bloodline Familiar with the cracks The foul and fetid landscape Just off the beaten tracks Broods treacherous with sinkholes The moon is doused in tar And the fiend disaster preys upon This straight and narrow path Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Misericord I free you of the bond To pain, now flee beyond The veil of Death Where peace holds reign Misericord I’m the killing stroke The dagger in your throat Under the armour Calmer with its gain Enemies take control The swarming hordes Have stormed the walls Mercy on your soul... Tonight I close your eyes Before the temple falls Before the temple falls |
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Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Toni Davey | Design |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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Side B | |||
5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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2. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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3. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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4. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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Side B | |||
5. | King of the Woods | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Solsticial The lake is as a mirror For the moon That shimmers high above The sacrificial Lamb becoming clearer Soon shall be Just a shade that craved her love Arician oaks cloak the sacred grove Wherein her priest Awaits to greet His successor to this ancient throne The King Of The Woods Stands staunchest guard O’er the golden bough In the eldritch haunts of Nemi where I rake the fecund dells to take his crown Midsummer night grows pensive On the murder to befall The incumbent fright defensive Against my intense intent to rule Divine right by the bravest slave To perpetuate the flame To ascend to watch blest vestals bathe Where their temple bares Diana’s name The King Of The Woods Rex Nemorensis Cleaves the gilded tree And accepts the sentence of the God To reset his kindred spirit free The Queen Of The Stars Alights to earth And from the silvered water’s edge She means to take me in her arms But favours fulsome forest beds instead Communion with heaven The Goddess of the wild countryside As Egeria and Virbius We pleasure endeavour Together we ride I show my face, the lustrous one And by my grace, all men undone Fall neath my spell to fell delights This one I chose, I froze on sight Come sow me, mould me with thy seed So I might grow to Spring’s relief Fulfil the circle’s ritual needs Untold delights, twelve months to be Torches draw me from this reverie Where maids debauch me reverently And when night dissolves, I self-absolve Mounting my days with fate’s resolve Now Deep in the coals of my soul A hot tongue flickers A reign for her flame to unfold Before the hunt quickens Death’s bow |
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6. | Misericord | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Nightmares on a roll The spirit of fear Has alighted here Mercy on your soul... This fright, crepuscular Is muscular with vitriol Misericord I pass by as your shadow The ghostly burning arrow A marksman for your swerving heart Misericord I support your faith When weary, in disgrace You fall to doubt and pull all life apart On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall grin, your soul’s propeller Misericord Respite from the grief These spiteful nightfall teeth Grinding minds to tiny pieces Misericord Clockwork works the thief Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Drowned in alcohol Sirens of the deep Are demon forces Mercy on your soul... A life lived more monastic Drastic measures must extol On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall win, your soul’s propeller Bound to you like bloodline Familiar with the cracks The foul and fetid landscape Just off the beaten tracks Broods treacherous with sinkholes The moon is doused in tar And the fiend disaster preys upon This straight and narrow path Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Misericord I free you of the bond To pain, now flee beyond The veil of Death Where peace holds reign Misericord I’m the killing stroke The dagger in your throat Under the armour Calmer with its gain Enemies take control The swarming hordes Have stormed the walls Mercy on your soul... Tonight I close your eyes Before the temple falls Before the temple falls |
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33:24 |
Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Toni Davey | Design |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Toni Davey | Design |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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12. | King of the Woods | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Solsticial The lake is as a mirror For the moon That shimmers high above The sacrificial Lamb becoming clearer Soon shall be Just a shade that craved her love Arician oaks cloak the sacred grove Wherein her priest Awaits to greet His successor to this ancient throne The King Of The Woods Stands staunchest guard O’er the golden bough In the eldritch haunts of Nemi where I rake the fecund dells to take his crown Midsummer night grows pensive On the murder to befall The incumbent fright defensive Against my intense intent to rule Divine right by the bravest slave To perpetuate the flame To ascend to watch blest vestals bathe Where their temple bares Diana’s name The King Of The Woods Rex Nemorensis Cleaves the gilded tree And accepts the sentence of the God To reset his kindred spirit free The Queen Of The Stars Alights to earth And from the silvered water’s edge She means to take me in her arms But favours fulsome forest beds instead Communion with heaven The Goddess of the wild countryside As Egeria and Virbius We pleasure endeavour Together we ride I show my face, the lustrous one And by my grace, all men undone Fall neath my spell to fell delights This one I chose, I froze on sight Come sow me, mould me with thy seed So I might grow to Spring’s relief Fulfil the circle’s ritual needs Untold delights, twelve months to be Torches draw me from this reverie Where maids debauch me reverently And when night dissolves, I self-absolve Mounting my days with fate’s resolve Now Deep in the coals of my soul A hot tongue flickers A reign for her flame to unfold Before the hunt quickens Death’s bow |
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13. | Misericord | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Nightmares on a roll The spirit of fear Has alighted here Mercy on your soul... This fright, crepuscular Is muscular with vitriol Misericord I pass by as your shadow The ghostly burning arrow A marksman for your swerving heart Misericord I support your faith When weary, in disgrace You fall to doubt and pull all life apart On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall grin, your soul’s propeller Misericord Respite from the grief These spiteful nightfall teeth Grinding minds to tiny pieces Misericord Clockwork works the thief Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Drowned in alcohol Sirens of the deep Are demon forces Mercy on your soul... A life lived more monastic Drastic measures must extol On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall win, your soul’s propeller Bound to you like bloodline Familiar with the cracks The foul and fetid landscape Just off the beaten tracks Broods treacherous with sinkholes The moon is doused in tar And the fiend disaster preys upon This straight and narrow path Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Misericord I free you of the bond To pain, now flee beyond The veil of Death Where peace holds reign Misericord I’m the killing stroke The dagger in your throat Under the armour Calmer with its gain Enemies take control The swarming hordes Have stormed the walls Mercy on your soul... Tonight I close your eyes Before the temple falls Before the temple falls |
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01:08:44 |
Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Toni Davey | Design |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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56:08 |
Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Toni Davey | Design |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
56:08 |
Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Toni Davey | Design |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
(loading lyrics...) | |||
2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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12. | King of the Woods | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Solsticial The lake is as a mirror For the moon That shimmers high above The sacrificial Lamb becoming clearer Soon shall be Just a shade that craved her love Arician oaks cloak the sacred grove Wherein her priest Awaits to greet His successor to this ancient throne The King Of The Woods Stands staunchest guard O’er the golden bough In the eldritch haunts of Nemi where I rake the fecund dells to take his crown Midsummer night grows pensive On the murder to befall The incumbent fright defensive Against my intense intent to rule Divine right by the bravest slave To perpetuate the flame To ascend to watch blest vestals bathe Where their temple bares Diana’s name The King Of The Woods Rex Nemorensis Cleaves the gilded tree And accepts the sentence of the God To reset his kindred spirit free The Queen Of The Stars Alights to earth And from the silvered water’s edge She means to take me in her arms But favours fulsome forest beds instead Communion with heaven The Goddess of the wild countryside As Egeria and Virbius We pleasure endeavour Together we ride I show my face, the lustrous one And by my grace, all men undone Fall neath my spell to fell delights This one I chose, I froze on sight Come sow me, mould me with thy seed So I might grow to Spring’s relief Fulfil the circle’s ritual needs Untold delights, twelve months to be Torches draw me from this reverie Where maids debauch me reverently And when night dissolves, I self-absolve Mounting my days with fate’s resolve Now Deep in the coals of my soul A hot tongue flickers A reign for her flame to unfold Before the hunt quickens Death’s bow |
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13. | Misericord | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Nightmares on a roll The spirit of fear Has alighted here Mercy on your soul... This fright, crepuscular Is muscular with vitriol Misericord I pass by as your shadow The ghostly burning arrow A marksman for your swerving heart Misericord I support your faith When weary, in disgrace You fall to doubt and pull all life apart On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall grin, your soul’s propeller Misericord Respite from the grief These spiteful nightfall teeth Grinding minds to tiny pieces Misericord Clockwork works the thief Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Drowned in alcohol Sirens of the deep Are demon forces Mercy on your soul... A life lived more monastic Drastic measures must extol On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall win, your soul’s propeller Bound to you like bloodline Familiar with the cracks The foul and fetid landscape Just off the beaten tracks Broods treacherous with sinkholes The moon is doused in tar And the fiend disaster preys upon This straight and narrow path Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Misericord I free you of the bond To pain, now flee beyond The veil of Death Where peace holds reign Misericord I’m the killing stroke The dagger in your throat Under the armour Calmer with its gain Enemies take control The swarming hordes Have stormed the walls Mercy on your soul... Tonight I close your eyes Before the temple falls Before the temple falls |
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01:08:44 |
Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Toni Davey | Design |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:01 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:47 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:57 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:52 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:29 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 07:00 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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12. | King of the Woods | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Solsticial The lake is as a mirror For the moon That shimmers high above The sacrificial Lamb becoming clearer Soon shall be Just a shade that craved her love Arician oaks cloak the sacred grove Wherein her priest Awaits to greet His successor to this ancient throne The King Of The Woods Stands staunchest guard O’er the golden bough In the eldritch haunts of Nemi where I rake the fecund dells to take his crown Midsummer night grows pensive On the murder to befall The incumbent fright defensive Against my intense intent to rule Divine right by the bravest slave To perpetuate the flame To ascend to watch blest vestals bathe Where their temple bares Diana’s name The King Of The Woods Rex Nemorensis Cleaves the gilded tree And accepts the sentence of the God To reset his kindred spirit free The Queen Of The Stars Alights to earth And from the silvered water’s edge She means to take me in her arms But favours fulsome forest beds instead Communion with heaven The Goddess of the wild countryside As Egeria and Virbius We pleasure endeavour Together we ride I show my face, the lustrous one And by my grace, all men undone Fall neath my spell to fell delights This one I chose, I froze on sight Come sow me, mould me with thy seed So I might grow to Spring’s relief Fulfil the circle’s ritual needs Untold delights, twelve months to be Torches draw me from this reverie Where maids debauch me reverently And when night dissolves, I self-absolve Mounting my days with fate’s resolve Now Deep in the coals of my soul A hot tongue flickers A reign for her flame to unfold Before the hunt quickens Death’s bow |
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13. | Misericord | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Nightmares on a roll The spirit of fear Has alighted here Mercy on your soul... This fright, crepuscular Is muscular with vitriol Misericord I pass by as your shadow The ghostly burning arrow A marksman for your swerving heart Misericord I support your faith When weary, in disgrace You fall to doubt and pull all life apart On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall grin, your soul’s propeller Misericord Respite from the grief These spiteful nightfall teeth Grinding minds to tiny pieces Misericord Clockwork works the thief Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Drowned in alcohol Sirens of the deep Are demon forces Mercy on your soul... A life lived more monastic Drastic measures must extol On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall win, your soul’s propeller Bound to you like bloodline Familiar with the cracks The foul and fetid landscape Just off the beaten tracks Broods treacherous with sinkholes The moon is doused in tar And the fiend disaster preys upon This straight and narrow path Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Misericord I free you of the bond To pain, now flee beyond The veil of Death Where peace holds reign Misericord I’m the killing stroke The dagger in your throat Under the armour Calmer with its gain Enemies take control The swarming hordes Have stormed the walls Mercy on your soul... Tonight I close your eyes Before the temple falls Before the temple falls |
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01:08:51 |
Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Toni Davey | Design |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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56:08 |
Hammer of the Witches
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani | Vocals |
Marthus | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations |
Daniel | Bass |
Ashok | Guitars |
Richard | Guitars |
Schoolcraft | Vocals (female), Harp |
Guest/Session | |
Dalibor Strunc | Cimbalom |
Alexey Aslamas | Violin |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Skaroupka | Score, Arrangement |
Miloš Makovský | Conductor |
Rob Kimura | Layout |
Sam Scott-Hunter | Photography |
Toni Davey | Design |
Artūrs Bērziņš | Cover art, Artwork |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Walpurgis Eve | 01:29 | instrumental |
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2. | Yours Immortally... | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed We listen to the Glorification Of Chernobog in a fog of elation Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on The Devil’s Pulpit, The Witches Altar The dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magick psalters A heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the starry way And I held you like St Vitus As the Sabbat Incept to play Before the fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings I am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I would break the universe in two Just to side with you To face the jealous heavens down Excite the terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the marriage Of you and I And all who dare to stray |
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3. | Enshrined in Crematoria | 05:46 | Show lyrics |
This night is chilled by ghosts And the woods are full of werewolves My heart is pounding with the stars I feel the darkness rising I’m blessed, addressed By a viuce if sweet caresses Intoxication feeds This freed reality My inspiration speaks Enshrined in crematoria A sight of winged delight Two great cherubin abreast her Encase her grave, like once I prayed Upon her sacred chest there None more tragic for the lovelorn addict Than the death of a beautiful girl Although I was the author of sin That compelled her wings to furl She represents the pleasant scent Of asphodel in this wretched world Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Glitters like bright Hittite treasure At best, obsessed With her loss and my excesses Judgementalism heaped Upon the mery seat Means nothing to her sleep Enshrined in crematoria The trees are gaunt But the cemetery beckons Before her marble colonnades I feel a stirring in the temple As Israel waited with bated breath As the foot of Mount Sinai So I sated my wait for death And miracles from on high In wine and finite poetry As fires bathed the sky Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Church to her virgin measure My tethered heart, a sacrificial lamb Thrashes madly as the Lioness approaches Moonlight Announce the presence of God again The Ark of the Tragedian Is built on biblical pseasures Poe-esque, grotesque In my need for this catharsis Her dark commandaments teach Through my prolific reach A taste so bittersweet Enshrined in crematoria I find phantasmagoria Enshrined in crematoria |
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4. | Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess | 06:56 | Show lyrics |
Cracked mirrors scatter reflection Beauty falls from her state of perfection Good Grace has fled this dream While the cat’s away the rats will ravage Despotic, necrotic fingers Have lingered with rape’s affection Hoods face this global scene As they stoop to prey nature grows more savage She shudders at our foetal, fatal touch Heavenly her body reft and left amongst the dead Once grateful seeds in her natal hutch Our species breeds, deflowering the maidenhead Religions caw epistles Twisted laws extend their thistles A crown to justify Our place atop this hellbound carriage This judgment has come from on high Deforesters pray to the amplified sky Stripped of her gowns, temples ripped down Her curses hearse now This judgment has come from on high Look to her spears with true fear in your eyes Summoning the coven, The Four Horsemen, Eschaton She, the sumptuous Earth deep scars were forced upon Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see Humanity in ruins sped to death on rotten knees We freed the flames that came to haunt her The greed that tore her elvish bodice She was the storm that warmed to slaughter Our selfish needs displeasuring the Goddess Plastering disasters, faster pandemics appear Anthropocentric pockets, last plagues are spreading near Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic, whore-astride As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide This judgment has come from on high Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden sty Forewarnings ignored, faith in a Lord Life’s blessings uncared for This judgment has come from on high Suffer this kiss as she whispers goodbye Goodbye What have we done? And what have we become In this distance from our Mother From the gates of late Eden? Blinded, undone Glowering into the sun A world of mass congestion smothered In the waste of late Eden And what of her? Gaia, Cybele Where is jewelled Ishtar That shone forth like the stars? Now maniacal Now maniacal she moves against us all To destroy, recreate anew To dance amok amidst annihilation Extinction greets foul creatures left Deflowering the maidenhead Displeasuring the Goddess |
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5. | Blackest Magick in Practice | 06:50 | Show lyrics |
I wish upon a star And think of all the things I should have asked Instead, I let the moment pass And now I’m bleeding On her faded photographs Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Uncertain words my heart denied Now seem so trivial I lost all the night she died Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I remember then When the Autumn moon Would turn us back again We’d laugh and bask Amidst the underworld of men Both citing Baudelaire As our immortal saviour Tears So hard to swallow Sorrow bleats and leaves me hollow Empty years, I should have followed My inamorata to the grave Words are so benumbing In my head, I hear the drumming Summoning, the dead are coming From fetid crypts my lips create Now grave powers start to rise Deflowerers shall suffer Those witness to your sacrifice Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice I think upon our time Those golden summers Of love echo so sublime As do winters drinking Too much festive wine Now the seasons shift Neath a creeping mist of horror Malfeic entities I call upon thee Vibrating cosmic threads With shredded flesh Manifest destinies For those opposing me Everyone is killable Some just choose a vulgar death Now we will see What terrors shall be The dark crimson sea Drags the sun to oblivion Faced demons Arousing fire with tongues Laced with vicious memories Spatter twisted trees Rape is returned a thousandfold In the garden of unearthly delights Only when their minds lie in ruin Will I then hand them the knife Towers fall like broken skies Crashing through to Hell Where amid the debris, angels writhe Lies! She is alive! Beneath the ice Only darkest mirrors crack this Curse And I, immersed Invoke the worst Blackest Magick put to practice Death left me hopelessly blinded Resigned to the wrongs of his design I will never be alright Never be alright Never see the light That shone in the heart of heaven |
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6. | The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven) | 01:51 | instrumental |
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7. | Hammer of the Witches | 06:28 | Show lyrics |
Breastfed red dementias Familiar with their suckled hostess Unhinge her bridle scold A quest for misadventure Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis From bloodstained floor to holy centrefold Death is tensing to explode Inquisitioners sought her Scenting the bent in her veins Stripped and readied for torture Enslaved to shame The fist of humanity taught her Scissors and spiked tourniquet Dionysian daughter Pressed to confess from the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" Vestial desecrators Familiar with her secret ewers Soon tied to licking flame Rest their ’tests’ for later As sweet revenge from reeking sewers Ybcoils and slides amidst this unfair game A Storm is rolling in Unleash the fucking curse... Calling the fallen Crawling from the shadows of God Now their tables turn, blind faith learns Papal sermons oft have lied Save that the coven the Black Goat governs Is very much wide-eved, alive She summons prool On virulent wings, a plague is coming Cuntfire-hoofed From mating with the Devil On the torchlit Brocken Baphometic by design A penchant vent for vengeance Cut deep by horrors fought Those dungeon-screams for mercy Shalt keep for everybody Nine circles down they heard her Ten times the hecatomb A thousand souls for those church-murdered Dark ken align to render doom Their punishment overdue Striking unbiblical chords that roar Invoke raw branded skies As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war Her broken hands revive For sisters, missed, once powerless Tongues torn out by the root Fell whispers rose to a seething congress Of spirits born for Death’s pursuit Never a dusk so drunk on lust Caressed the cobbles red Frights she called, the flights of Ghouls Left little of their brittle flesh Judgment night descended Like the bonfire’s fall of ashes Inquisitioners slaughtered Venting the dent in her brain Stripped and readied, debauchers Prepared to stain The gist of humanity taught her Intolerance, murder in vein Dionysian daughter Soon to deliver the pain I say "Toll the demon bell The rotting hearts of Man Shall light the path from Hell" And refreshed of this dementia Their thumbscrews, Pears and cruel whiplashes She turns her craft To the next fat sacred grove |
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8. | Right Wing of the Garden Triptych | 05:54 | Show lyrics |
Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The middle ground apocalyptic Why stay the grim inevitable And play out with a whimper? Fate is raising armies of our faith Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... This the sore beginning To the war to end all wars Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, this hate brings fever Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, the great bereaver Throw wide splintered lichgates To the eldritch show’s return Unforgiving proof accural begs this cruel rebirth A living fuel for the blaze of renewal, razing the earth Pariahs and Messiahs of the highest worth Fodder for the denizens of risen, hissing Hell Nothing screams out mercy more than Vivisection of the soul Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung, all base deceivers Coddle Abaddon God, you got it wrong, now fall believers Liars and deniers, thick in the mire’s grasp Treacherous and lecherous Retching a sick bloodbath Peace sits alone Midst the desecration sewn Like a stony queen of winter, throned This the penalty for lust Long dreaded, read in scripture Vain pleasures fed to paint this... Now The future cows Before the vows Prophets thunder from the heavens We seek to justify Our seed spread far and wide The eve that virtue died Bore witness to this plague Great Hellscapes rape enflamed horizons Here... Gotterdammerung Gotterdammerung A twilight for bone idols, sewer-suicidal from the heights A dead man’s stance to prayer, deafened ears to mortal plight Pleas and effigies, clergy bang to rites Belief is superficial when the missals dance alight Death darkens all Right wing of the garden triptych Left marks The Fall The universe is, at worst, ecliptic |
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9. | The Vampyre at My Side | 05:45 | Show lyrics |
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper’s sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicationg chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominand handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a hepless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She’s the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of ’yes’, mostly ignored So I whised for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting ’nevermore’! Nevrmore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived throug Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side |
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10. | Onward Christian Soldiers | 06:59 | Show lyrics |
Aching floorboards spoke my name In the belly of the beast to foreign shores In tune with tides that whispered fame And fortune for our humble Lord Ecclesiastical banners Unfurl in the manner Of those who seek conquest and gain Sail forth for Outremer The Promised Land prised from the hands Of blasphemers amassing there Awakened from the desert sandscapes Onward Christian soldiers Fated Nazareth and Bethlehem Have fallen to an enemy bolder It is said to widespread slaughter and rape We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith Political prowess takes to the stage A pilgrimage led bu the sword The sweet maiden blast of our clarion rage Against the foul heretic hordes The blazing invader Crusader parade Vatican sanctioned and Mammon adored Now, papal-led to die The fatal battle cry A natural army vies For stretching Christendom Wide, we slay the infidel Remiss our way to Hell Pay well the wishing well With golden martyrdom Scaling the towers with power ordained Dark flowers of infamy bud Ransacking, hacking off Saracen reign The temple drinks claret in floods Mercy forgotten in our ill-gotten gain Of women and innocent blood Death abides in this domain of ashes The streets are stained With the butchered foe Now I hear the bells of triumph ringing As they lay there rotting in their thousand shrouds Beneath the clouds That skitter and scatter Dispersions on the truth of heaven We are all sinners, enslaved to the cross God wills The Great War to erase The Judaic acres, the Mohammedans In defence of our revenant faith No crescent moon No prophet of doom Shall wail above Jerusalem Vast hypocrites All grasping for glitz Have taken The Mount and The Tomb Here in the kingdom of loss |
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11. | Blooding the Hounds of Hell | 02:10 | instrumental |
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12. | King of the Woods | 06:17 | Show lyrics |
Solsticial The lake is as a mirror For the moon That shimmers high above The sacrificial Lamb becoming clearer Soon shall be Just a shade that craved her love Arician oaks cloak the sacred grove Wherein her priest Awaits to greet His successor to this ancient throne The King Of The Woods Stands staunchest guard O’er the golden bough In the eldritch haunts of Nemi where I rake the fecund dells to take his crown Midsummer night grows pensive On the murder to befall The incumbent fright defensive Against my intense intent to rule Divine right by the bravest slave To perpetuate the flame To ascend to watch blest vestals bathe Where their temple bares Diana’s name The King Of The Woods Rex Nemorensis Cleaves the gilded tree And accepts the sentence of the God To reset his kindred spirit free The Queen Of The Stars Alights to earth And from the silvered water’s edge She means to take me in her arms But favours fulsome forest beds instead Communion with heaven The Goddess of the wild countryside As Egeria and Virbius We pleasure endeavour Together we ride I show my face, the lustrous one And by my grace, all men undone Fall neath my spell to fell delights This one I chose, I froze on sight Come sow me, mould me with thy seed So I might grow to Spring’s relief Fulfil the circle’s ritual needs Untold delights, twelve months to be Torches draw me from this reverie Where maids debauch me reverently And when night dissolves, I self-absolve Mounting my days with fate’s resolve Now Deep in the coals of my soul A hot tongue flickers A reign for her flame to unfold Before the hunt quickens Death’s bow |
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13. | Misericord | 06:19 | Show lyrics |
Nightmares on a roll The spirit of fear Has alighted here Mercy on your soul... This fright, crepuscular Is muscular with vitriol Misericord I pass by as your shadow The ghostly burning arrow A marksman for your swerving heart Misericord I support your faith When weary, in disgrace You fall to doubt and pull all life apart On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall grin, your soul’s propeller Misericord Respite from the grief These spiteful nightfall teeth Grinding minds to tiny pieces Misericord Clockwork works the thief Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Drowned in alcohol Sirens of the deep Are demon forces Mercy on your soul... A life lived more monastic Drastic measures must extol On this mist-enshrouded pathway And through this hateful tarantella In this thin labyrinth of razors I shall win, your soul’s propeller Bound to you like bloodline Familiar with the cracks The foul and fetid landscape Just off the beaten tracks Broods treacherous with sinkholes The moon is doused in tar And the fiend disaster preys upon This straight and narrow path Like an ever-ticking beast Whose biting cogs self-denial greases Misericord I free you of the bond To pain, now flee beyond The veil of Death Where peace holds reign Misericord I’m the killing stroke The dagger in your throat Under the armour Calmer with its gain Enemies take control The swarming hordes Have stormed the walls Mercy on your soul... Tonight I close your eyes Before the temple falls Before the temple falls |
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01:08:44 |
Dusk and Her Embrace - The Original Sin
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Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Ryan | Guitars |
Benjamin Ryan | Keyboards |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Nicholas Barker | Drums |
Jon Kennedy | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Cronos | Vocals (track 9) |
Steve Grimmett | Vocals (track 9) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Drake Mefestta | Layout, Design, Art direction |
Scott Atkins | Remastering |
Fra. Nihil | Layout |
Christina Molcillo | Photography |
Zakk Bajjon | Producer |
Mike Cowling | Producer |
Andy Reilly | Producer |
Dani Filth | Design concept |
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1. | Macabre, This Banquet | 01:33 | instrumental |
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2. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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3. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Rise crepuscular Devildom voyeurs Rise towards the light Nascent aeons confer The noose of revelation Tightens ’pon misdeed And the serpent of truth Eats the nomad destiny Vast shadows gather In penumbral reign Blind masses bring the jury of chaos Poised to sodomise the human world back Supernal curtains hang tattered As others feast on the loss of command Vengeance climbs Babel’s ivory tower Masturbated by a Cretan priestress Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent Seething fever demons gnaw in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed From sweet flowing waters of divinity Milleniums turnde black.... Attack! Pour out our rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm the citadels aloof upon the clouds Erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! Artemis Spread the lust of the dark Fantasia Celebrate, renew the grave The infidel soon unmasks her face A crescent moon waxing forevermore Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague born unto darkness The secret amour of an archangel’s rape A casualty when my mother, possessed Cursed at the stake Attack! Pour out thy rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm citadels aloof upon the clouds We’re erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! "The most asplendid sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves, Through which the never-dead escape" From deep abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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4. | Dusk... and Her Embrace | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
When the moonlight sleeps upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease The children of the night may sing But I will call to thee "I will call to thee...." Encroaching evening skies die with such tragedy And the dead in their graves dwell on pleasures to be In deepes Styria where our legend still breathes Thou has murmured my name as the wind through the trees And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity.... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Ruby lips procure the wish For dusk and her embrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows, Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Consumed with ardour A romance that ever unfolds Beneath the stars death bedevils me "Beneath the stars taste the death in me" Evil is a fiery wish to sever thin mortality The candlelight flickers Under the deadly nightshade Together insane Screaming through nails of pain Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine.... "Sexual dusk allure With asphodel eyes Moon-glancing maleficia Enflame the tides" And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity, She shall come for me.... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus The full ebmossomed fog Imparts the night to us.... |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:43 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:01 | instrumental |
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7. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:19 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill Lucretia, I drain thy veins Thy tears are sweeter than the mountain rain Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Dance to my tortuous song I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead shall speak of her In graveyard tongue where pack wolves run Blood red mist seeps across the sun Never leave me.... This wintry night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds "How the storm it fulfills, My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still, Her lustre encompassing me" Carpathia ~ Nature has long incurred The trees to weave the cold fog like thread Across the path the righteous tread I rule as Master here Where cruel winds impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Arise panthered Draconis And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erubescent veil descend Eclipse without an end And legacies blessed with darkness Forever more Supreme vampiric evil This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead still speak of her In graveyard tongue where wolve packs run Blood red mist sweeps across the sun Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away My anguished soul doth strain On taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I remain A proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund’rous heart Yet rend it’s knot apart So I may never sing Of red skies o’er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns Scarlet like velvet worn About the cloud-wracked moon Who wanes in solitude.... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That breathes beneath the stone What black witchcraft Shall cast me from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will crawl with thee from sleep? "Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of darkness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me...." Twilight Through frosted gates Entwinning shadows of the snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar Stripped bare for sacrifice Virtue births a demon Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged Lilith born for want of Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine In time, the oceans parts Storm as a Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feeding at my banquet Of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonely Diana "For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements Of this star-flung tomb" Be-with-us, come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats our enemies Desire’s menstrual strain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is in exile And the Israelites.... enslaved Midnight Jerusalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial walls crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon |
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9. | The Haunted Shores of Avalon | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled romantic history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast prophetic wings These are the shores where to my soul Blood-drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust Death and fate undaunted me, I drew a throne divided Glorious the battles won Black Adraste provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought From wounds a traitor wrought.... I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? My strength wilts near a grave Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp Of the Naiad ’neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine lest thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshee’s song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon I greet thee Dark Immortals On this isle ’neath the moon Why hast our kingdom fallen To the enemy so soon Let loose the hounds of darksome night To pillage, plague and burn As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free Thus my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul trespassing breeds These are the shores where to my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream "I have awoken from the past Lenghening the shadows Over England’s bitter scars I prize wide the wounds Her soils whetted, drink Remember me as king When I cradle elder stars Like lovers in my arms Nestled vipers to my breast Venomed forces work these cards Of Devils and priestess.... Thus I shall rule anew Through sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me From death they shall ascend To whisper winds of war to stir The dark-one-thing in men The Principle ’95 Black Metal masterplan...." |
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10. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:57 | instrumental |
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11. | A Gothic Romance (demo) | 08:23 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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12. | Nocturnal Supremacy (demo) | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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01:11:02 |
Dusk and Her Embrace - The Original Sin
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Ryan | Guitars |
Benjamin Ryan | Keyboards |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Nicholas Barker | Drums |
Jon Kennedy | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (track 9) |
Steve Grimmett | Vocals (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Zakk Bajjon | Producer |
Mike Cowling | Producer |
Scott Atkins | Remastering |
Andy Reilly | Producer |
Drake Mefestta | Layout, Design, Art direction |
Dani Filth | Design concept |
Fra. Nihil | Layout |
Christina Molcillo | Photography |
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1. | Macabre, This Banquet | 01:33 | instrumental |
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2. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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3. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Rise crepuscular Devildom voyeurs Rise towards the light Nascent aeons confer The noose of revelation Tightens ’pon misdeed And the serpent of truth Eats the nomad destiny Vast shadows gather In penumbral reign Blind masses bring the jury of chaos Poised to sodomise the human world back Supernal curtains hang tattered As others feast on the loss of command Vengeance climbs Babel’s ivory tower Masturbated by a Cretan priestress Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent Seething fever demons gnaw in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed From sweet flowing waters of divinity Milleniums turnde black.... Attack! Pour out our rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm the citadels aloof upon the clouds Erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! Artemis Spread the lust of the dark Fantasia Celebrate, renew the grave The infidel soon unmasks her face A crescent moon waxing forevermore Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague born unto darkness The secret amour of an archangel’s rape A casualty when my mother, possessed Cursed at the stake Attack! Pour out thy rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm citadels aloof upon the clouds We’re erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! "The most asplendid sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves, Through which the never-dead escape" From deep abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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4. | Dusk... and Her Embrace | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
When the moonlight sleeps upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease The children of the night may sing But I will call to thee "I will call to thee...." Encroaching evening skies die with such tragedy And the dead in their graves dwell on pleasures to be In deepes Styria where our legend still breathes Thou has murmured my name as the wind through the trees And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity.... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Ruby lips procure the wish For dusk and her embrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows, Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Consumed with ardour A romance that ever unfolds Beneath the stars death bedevils me "Beneath the stars taste the death in me" Evil is a fiery wish to sever thin mortality The candlelight flickers Under the deadly nightshade Together insane Screaming through nails of pain Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine.... "Sexual dusk allure With asphodel eyes Moon-glancing maleficia Enflame the tides" And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity, She shall come for me.... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus The full ebmossomed fog Imparts the night to us.... |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:43 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:01 | instrumental |
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7. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:19 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill Lucretia, I drain thy veins Thy tears are sweeter than the mountain rain Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Dance to my tortuous song I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead shall speak of her In graveyard tongue where pack wolves run Blood red mist seeps across the sun Never leave me.... This wintry night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds "How the storm it fulfills, My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still, Her lustre encompassing me" Carpathia ~ Nature has long incurred The trees to weave the cold fog like thread Across the path the righteous tread I rule as Master here Where cruel winds impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Arise panthered Draconis And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erubescent veil descend Eclipse without an end And legacies blessed with darkness Forever more Supreme vampiric evil This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead still speak of her In graveyard tongue where wolve packs run Blood red mist sweeps across the sun Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away My anguished soul doth strain On taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I remain A proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund’rous heart Yet rend it’s knot apart So I may never sing Of red skies o’er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns Scarlet like velvet worn About the cloud-wracked moon Who wanes in solitude.... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That breathes beneath the stone What black witchcraft Shall cast me from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will crawl with thee from sleep? "Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of darkness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me...." Twilight Through frosted gates Entwinning shadows of the snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar Stripped bare for sacrifice Virtue births a demon Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged Lilith born for want of Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine In time, the oceans parts Storm as a Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feeding at my banquet Of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonely Diana "For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements Of this star-flung tomb" Be-with-us, come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats our enemies Desire’s menstrual strain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is in exile And the Israelites.... enslaved Midnight Jerusalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial walls crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon |
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9. | The Haunted Shores of Avalon | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled romantic history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast prophetic wings These are the shores where to my soul Blood-drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust Death and fate undaunted me, I drew a throne divided Glorious the battles won Black Adraste provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought From wounds a traitor wrought.... I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? My strength wilts near a grave Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp Of the Naiad ’neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine lest thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshee’s song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon I greet thee Dark Immortals On this isle ’neath the moon Why hast our kingdom fallen To the enemy so soon Let loose the hounds of darksome night To pillage, plague and burn As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free Thus my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul trespassing breeds These are the shores where to my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream "I have awoken from the past Lenghening the shadows Over England’s bitter scars I prize wide the wounds Her soils whetted, drink Remember me as king When I cradle elder stars Like lovers in my arms Nestled vipers to my breast Venomed forces work these cards Of Devils and priestess.... Thus I shall rule anew Through sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me From death they shall ascend To whisper winds of war to stir The dark-one-thing in men The Principle ’95 Black Metal masterplan...." |
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10. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:57 | instrumental |
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11. | A Gothic Romance (demo) | 08:23 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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12. | Nocturnal Supremacy (demo) | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace - The Original Sin
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Ryan | Guitars |
Benjamin Ryan | Keyboards |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Nicholas Barker | Drums |
Jon Kennedy | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (track 9) |
Steve Grimmett | Vocals (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Zakk Bajjon | Producer |
Mike Cowling | Producer |
Scott Atkins | Remastering |
Andy Reilly | Producer |
Drake Mefestta | Layout, Design, Art direction |
Dani Filth | Design concept |
Fra. Nihil | Layout |
Christina Molcillo | Photography |
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1. | Macabre, This Banquet | 01:33 | instrumental |
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2. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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3. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Rise crepuscular Devildom voyeurs Rise towards the light Nascent aeons confer The noose of revelation Tightens ’pon misdeed And the serpent of truth Eats the nomad destiny Vast shadows gather In penumbral reign Blind masses bring the jury of chaos Poised to sodomise the human world back Supernal curtains hang tattered As others feast on the loss of command Vengeance climbs Babel’s ivory tower Masturbated by a Cretan priestress Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent Seething fever demons gnaw in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed From sweet flowing waters of divinity Milleniums turnde black.... Attack! Pour out our rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm the citadels aloof upon the clouds Erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! Artemis Spread the lust of the dark Fantasia Celebrate, renew the grave The infidel soon unmasks her face A crescent moon waxing forevermore Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague born unto darkness The secret amour of an archangel’s rape A casualty when my mother, possessed Cursed at the stake Attack! Pour out thy rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm citadels aloof upon the clouds We’re erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! "The most asplendid sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves, Through which the never-dead escape" From deep abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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4. | Dusk... and Her Embrace | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
When the moonlight sleeps upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease The children of the night may sing But I will call to thee "I will call to thee...." Encroaching evening skies die with such tragedy And the dead in their graves dwell on pleasures to be In deepes Styria where our legend still breathes Thou has murmured my name as the wind through the trees And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity.... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Ruby lips procure the wish For dusk and her embrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows, Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Consumed with ardour A romance that ever unfolds Beneath the stars death bedevils me "Beneath the stars taste the death in me" Evil is a fiery wish to sever thin mortality The candlelight flickers Under the deadly nightshade Together insane Screaming through nails of pain Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine.... "Sexual dusk allure With asphodel eyes Moon-glancing maleficia Enflame the tides" And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity, She shall come for me.... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus The full ebmossomed fog Imparts the night to us.... |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:43 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:01 | instrumental |
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7. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:19 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill Lucretia, I drain thy veins Thy tears are sweeter than the mountain rain Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Dance to my tortuous song I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead shall speak of her In graveyard tongue where pack wolves run Blood red mist seeps across the sun Never leave me.... This wintry night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds "How the storm it fulfills, My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still, Her lustre encompassing me" Carpathia ~ Nature has long incurred The trees to weave the cold fog like thread Across the path the righteous tread I rule as Master here Where cruel winds impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Arise panthered Draconis And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erubescent veil descend Eclipse without an end And legacies blessed with darkness Forever more Supreme vampiric evil This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead still speak of her In graveyard tongue where wolve packs run Blood red mist sweeps across the sun Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away My anguished soul doth strain On taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I remain A proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund’rous heart Yet rend it’s knot apart So I may never sing Of red skies o’er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns Scarlet like velvet worn About the cloud-wracked moon Who wanes in solitude.... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That breathes beneath the stone What black witchcraft Shall cast me from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will crawl with thee from sleep? "Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of darkness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me...." Twilight Through frosted gates Entwinning shadows of the snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar Stripped bare for sacrifice Virtue births a demon Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged Lilith born for want of Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine In time, the oceans parts Storm as a Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feeding at my banquet Of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonely Diana "For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements Of this star-flung tomb" Be-with-us, come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats our enemies Desire’s menstrual strain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is in exile And the Israelites.... enslaved Midnight Jerusalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial walls crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon |
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9. | The Haunted Shores of Avalon | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled romantic history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast prophetic wings These are the shores where to my soul Blood-drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust Death and fate undaunted me, I drew a throne divided Glorious the battles won Black Adraste provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought From wounds a traitor wrought.... I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? My strength wilts near a grave Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp Of the Naiad ’neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine lest thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshee’s song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon I greet thee Dark Immortals On this isle ’neath the moon Why hast our kingdom fallen To the enemy so soon Let loose the hounds of darksome night To pillage, plague and burn As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free Thus my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul trespassing breeds These are the shores where to my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream "I have awoken from the past Lenghening the shadows Over England’s bitter scars I prize wide the wounds Her soils whetted, drink Remember me as king When I cradle elder stars Like lovers in my arms Nestled vipers to my breast Venomed forces work these cards Of Devils and priestess.... Thus I shall rule anew Through sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me From death they shall ascend To whisper winds of war to stir The dark-one-thing in men The Principle ’95 Black Metal masterplan...." |
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10. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:57 | instrumental |
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11. | A Gothic Romance (demo) | 08:23 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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12. | Nocturnal Supremacy (demo) | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace - The Original Sin
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Ryan | Guitars |
Benjamin Ryan | Keyboards |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Nicholas Barker | Drums |
Jon Kennedy | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (track 9) |
Steve Grimmett | Vocals (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Zakk Bajjon | Producer |
Mike Cowling | Producer |
Andy Reilly | Producer |
Scott Atkins | Remastering |
Dani Filth | Design concept |
Drake Mefestta | Layout, Design, Art direction |
Fra. Nihil | Layout |
Christina Molcillo | Photography |
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1. | Macabre, This Banquet | 01:33 | instrumental |
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2. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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3. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Rise crepuscular Devildom voyeurs Rise towards the light Nascent aeons confer The noose of revelation Tightens ’pon misdeed And the serpent of truth Eats the nomad destiny Vast shadows gather In penumbral reign Blind masses bring the jury of chaos Poised to sodomise the human world back Supernal curtains hang tattered As others feast on the loss of command Vengeance climbs Babel’s ivory tower Masturbated by a Cretan priestress Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent Seething fever demons gnaw in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed From sweet flowing waters of divinity Milleniums turnde black.... Attack! Pour out our rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm the citadels aloof upon the clouds Erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! Artemis Spread the lust of the dark Fantasia Celebrate, renew the grave The infidel soon unmasks her face A crescent moon waxing forevermore Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague born unto darkness The secret amour of an archangel’s rape A casualty when my mother, possessed Cursed at the stake Attack! Pour out thy rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm citadels aloof upon the clouds We’re erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! "The most asplendid sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves, Through which the never-dead escape" From deep abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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4. | Dusk... and Her Embrace | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
When the moonlight sleeps upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease The children of the night may sing But I will call to thee "I will call to thee...." Encroaching evening skies die with such tragedy And the dead in their graves dwell on pleasures to be In deepes Styria where our legend still breathes Thou has murmured my name as the wind through the trees And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity.... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Ruby lips procure the wish For dusk and her embrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows, Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Consumed with ardour A romance that ever unfolds Beneath the stars death bedevils me "Beneath the stars taste the death in me" Evil is a fiery wish to sever thin mortality The candlelight flickers Under the deadly nightshade Together insane Screaming through nails of pain Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine.... "Sexual dusk allure With asphodel eyes Moon-glancing maleficia Enflame the tides" And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity, She shall come for me.... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus The full ebmossomed fog Imparts the night to us.... |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:43 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:01 | instrumental |
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7. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away My anguished soul doth strain On taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I remain A proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund’rous heart Yet rend it’s knot apart So I may never sing Of red skies o’er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns Scarlet like velvet worn About the cloud-wracked moon Who wanes in solitude.... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That breathes beneath the stone What black witchcraft Shall cast me from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will crawl with thee from sleep? "Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of darkness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me...." Twilight Through frosted gates Entwinning shadows of the snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar Stripped bare for sacrifice Virtue births a demon Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged Lilith born for want of Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine In time, the oceans parts Storm as a Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feeding at my banquet Of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonely Diana "For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements Of this star-flung tomb" Be-with-us, come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats our enemies Desire’s menstrual strain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is in exile And the Israelites.... enslaved Midnight Jerusalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial walls crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:19 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill Lucretia, I drain thy veins Thy tears are sweeter than the mountain rain Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Dance to my tortuous song I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead shall speak of her In graveyard tongue where pack wolves run Blood red mist seeps across the sun Never leave me.... This wintry night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds "How the storm it fulfills, My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still, Her lustre encompassing me" Carpathia ~ Nature has long incurred The trees to weave the cold fog like thread Across the path the righteous tread I rule as Master here Where cruel winds impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Arise panthered Draconis And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erubescent veil descend Eclipse without an end And legacies blessed with darkness Forever more Supreme vampiric evil This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead still speak of her In graveyard tongue where wolve packs run Blood red mist sweeps across the sun Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill |
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2. | The Haunted Shores of Avalon | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled romantic history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast prophetic wings These are the shores where to my soul Blood-drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust Death and fate undaunted me, I drew a throne divided Glorious the battles won Black Adraste provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought From wounds a traitor wrought.... I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? My strength wilts near a grave Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp Of the Naiad ’neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine lest thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshee’s song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon I greet thee Dark Immortals On this isle ’neath the moon Why hast our kingdom fallen To the enemy so soon Let loose the hounds of darksome night To pillage, plague and burn As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free Thus my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul trespassing breeds These are the shores where to my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream "I have awoken from the past Lenghening the shadows Over England’s bitter scars I prize wide the wounds Her soils whetted, drink Remember me as king When I cradle elder stars Like lovers in my arms Nestled vipers to my breast Venomed forces work these cards Of Devils and priestess.... Thus I shall rule anew Through sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me From death they shall ascend To whisper winds of war to stir The dark-one-thing in men The Principle ’95 Black Metal masterplan...." |
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3. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:57 | instrumental |
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4. | A Gothic Romance (demo) | 08:23 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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5. | Nocturnal Supremacy (demo) | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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Dusk and Her Embrace - The Original Sin
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Paul Ryan | Guitars |
Benjamin Ryan | Keyboards |
Paul Allender | Guitars |
Nicholas Barker | Drums |
Jon Kennedy | Bass |
Guest/Session | |
Cronos | Vocals (track 9) |
Steve Grimmett | Vocals (track 9) |
Sarah Jezebel Deva | Vocals (backing) |
Danielle Cneajna Cottington | Vocals (backing) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Zakk Bajjon | Producer |
Mike Cowling | Producer |
Scott Atkins | Remastering |
Andy Reilly | Producer |
Drake Mefestta | Layout, Design, Art direction |
Dani Filth | Design concept |
Fra. Nihil | Layout |
Christina Molcillo | Photography |
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1. | Macabre, This Banquet | 01:33 | instrumental |
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2. | Nocturnal Supremacy | 06:02 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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3. | Heaven Torn Asunder | 06:54 | Show lyrics |
Rise crepuscular Devildom voyeurs Rise towards the light Nascent aeons confer The noose of revelation Tightens ’pon misdeed And the serpent of truth Eats the nomad destiny Vast shadows gather In penumbral reign Blind masses bring the jury of chaos Poised to sodomise the human world back Supernal curtains hang tattered As others feast on the loss of command Vengeance climbs Babel’s ivory tower Masturbated by a Cretan priestress Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent Seething fever demons gnaw in me Like the tugging of my veins to feed From sweet flowing waters of divinity Milleniums turnde black.... Attack! Pour out our rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm the citadels aloof upon the clouds Erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! Artemis Spread the lust of the dark Fantasia Celebrate, renew the grave The infidel soon unmasks her face A crescent moon waxing forevermore Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague born unto darkness The secret amour of an archangel’s rape A casualty when my mother, possessed Cursed at the stake Attack! Pour out thy rages on those despised Vulgar religion of the skies Storm citadels aloof upon the clouds We’re erasing jelousies beneath eternal shrouds Come lift thine eyes bedizened with delight The fifth epoch is ours! "The most asplendid sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves, Through which the never-dead escape" From deep abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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4. | Dusk... and Her Embrace | 06:12 | Show lyrics |
When the moonlight sleeps upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease The children of the night may sing But I will call to thee "I will call to thee...." Encroaching evening skies die with such tragedy And the dead in their graves dwell on pleasures to be In deepes Styria where our legend still breathes Thou has murmured my name as the wind through the trees And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity.... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Ruby lips procure the wish For dusk and her embrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows, Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Consumed with ardour A romance that ever unfolds Beneath the stars death bedevils me "Beneath the stars taste the death in me" Evil is a fiery wish to sever thin mortality The candlelight flickers Under the deadly nightshade Together insane Screaming through nails of pain Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine.... "Sexual dusk allure With asphodel eyes Moon-glancing maleficia Enflame the tides" And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen, Of noble love fatale An eager guillotine Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Excite my greed on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity, She shall come for me.... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus The full ebmossomed fog Imparts the night to us.... |
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5. | A Gothic Romance | 08:43 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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6. | The Graveyard by Moonlight | 02:01 | instrumental |
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7. | Funeral in Carpathia | 08:19 | Show lyrics |
Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill Lucretia, I drain thy veins Thy tears are sweeter than the mountain rain Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o’er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Dance to my tortuous song I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead shall speak of her In graveyard tongue where pack wolves run Blood red mist seeps across the sun Never leave me.... This wintry night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds "How the storm it fulfills, My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still, Her lustre encompassing me" Carpathia ~ Nature has long incurred The trees to weave the cold fog like thread Across the path the righteous tread I rule as Master here Where cruel winds impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed Saw Death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Arise panthered Draconis And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erubescent veil descend Eclipse without an end And legacies blessed with darkness Forever more Supreme vampiric evil This wintry eve when the snow lies deep And jagged ramparts wed the moonlit skie I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroidered by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For her immortal soul In this repose, these Devils chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia ~ The dead still speak of her In graveyard tongue where wolve packs run Blood red mist sweeps across the sun Candelabra snuffed prey, silhouette wedded Nightfall, take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping surreptitiously to kill |
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8. | Beauty Slept in Sodom | 06:34 | Show lyrics |
Death, spirit me away My anguished soul doth strain On taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I remain A proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund’rous heart Yet rend it’s knot apart So I may never sing Of red skies o’er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns Scarlet like velvet worn About the cloud-wracked moon Who wanes in solitude.... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That breathes beneath the stone What black witchcraft Shall cast me from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will crawl with thee from sleep? "Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of darkness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me...." Twilight Through frosted gates Entwinning shadows of the snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith’s lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar Stripped bare for sacrifice Virtue births a demon Pandora’s box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged Lilith born for want of Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine In time, the oceans parts Storm as a Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feeding at my banquet Of Saturnalia. I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonely Diana "For thee Endymion, I forsake the cerements Of this star-flung tomb" Be-with-us, come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats our enemies Desire’s menstrual strain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is in exile And the Israelites.... enslaved Midnight Jerusalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial walls crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon |
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9. | The Haunted Shores of Avalon | 07:10 | Show lyrics |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade Through veiled romantic history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast prophetic wings These are the shores where to my soul Blood-drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust Death and fate undaunted me, I drew a throne divided Glorious the battles won Black Adraste provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought From wounds a traitor wrought.... I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? My strength wilts near a grave Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp Of the Naiad ’neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine lest thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshee’s song. Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon I greet thee Dark Immortals On this isle ’neath the moon Why hast our kingdom fallen To the enemy so soon Let loose the hounds of darksome night To pillage, plague and burn As slumber lures me ’mongst the dead To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free Thus my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul trespassing breeds These are the shores where to my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told And tranquil as a dream "I have awoken from the past Lenghening the shadows Over England’s bitter scars I prize wide the wounds Her soils whetted, drink Remember me as king When I cradle elder stars Like lovers in my arms Nestled vipers to my breast Venomed forces work these cards Of Devils and priestess.... Thus I shall rule anew Through sinews of a song Played upon a storm By the ghosts of Avalon And all in league will bow to me From death they shall ascend To whisper winds of war to stir The dark-one-thing in men The Principle ’95 Black Metal masterplan...." |
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10. | Carmilla’s Masque | 02:57 | instrumental |
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11. | A Gothic Romance (demo) | 08:23 | Show lyrics |
Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more precious than the moon lowered Her mask to me. The sublimest creature the God of desire Would dream about making his Queen Drowning the air with Promethean Fire And my heart burned with dark poetry I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure, And woodland eyes, that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night I lulled her away from the rich masquerade And together we kissed in the bloodletting moonlight Oh Luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves ’pon Acheron’s beach. In a whirl of dark voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees. This debauched seducer in black, loved me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I woke free of my sleep-sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I longed for the past overtures The curse of unrest and her lingered caress Seemed much more than my soul could endure.... I at once endeavoured to see her again Lest my heart came palsied Without even mouthing her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the castle grounds In vain for us to meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted Death’s cold punishment Leaving strength to seal this Wretched tom But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost company fell To mourning the loss of God in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" My realm in dusk Torn to her embrace Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their water Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning shadows o’er the stars Ebon’s graves where lovers whore Seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl the earth seducing the weak Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow’s Eve when we fled company as the music swept around us in the crisp, fallen leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death’s shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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12. | Nocturnal Supremacy (demo) | 06:14 | Show lyrics |
Weak midnight promises of love, were wept upon her grave and shunned by stars above. In mortal life lurks my dismay. An Angel stole my heart and Death took her away. She sleeps beyond the grace of God, a dreaming beauty. If wishes could only fray that bond, the dead would sing for me. Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice, a poet’s serenade. Her name a whisper upon my lips and lo, Rorasa came! Fear me not my grieving king, funereal in breath. The secrets of the dark I know, and thus, we shall cheat Death. My promises wrought though despondence that night, have delivered me gifts from the grave. Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life, never a Devil so vain. The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost, and no heaven would silence the pain. Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost, desire for warm blood again. Dark nature clasp my soul, around her throat mine arms enfold. To sleep, perchance to dream, and then to dusk and flesh ascend. The sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies, and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide. From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore. Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war. As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day, to rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey. We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea. The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous eternity. Damnation! Salvation! Stigmata plague! The wine of Bacchus flows. Listen to the thunder rage! Deceivers dragged before their cross! I am he that vanquished Death and bore the sting of loss. What vulgar Christ will unprise my grasp? His temple, ruined, burns and sweet Rorasa laughs. [Guitar solo] I am enamoured and imparadised, to catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes. I will crush them all if this holds thy delight. Rather dead forever than to lose her. Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite! |
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Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
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Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Scott Atkins | Producer, Recording, Mixing, Mastering |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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6. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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7. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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8. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This ageing mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the Valley of the Shadow of Death To the best denomination I have taken To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of Holy Roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow, where sorrow rose Having all tomorrow For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the Vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed Persephone So down here in the shadow of the Valley of Kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbation Never in a thousand years Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked, I’m a magnet to your charms Lost in a skeletal dance Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That right the wrongs I’ve bred inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candlelit and oft obliged To deeply sow, where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savoured afterglows To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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6. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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7. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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8. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This aging mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the valley of the shadow of death To the best denomination I have taken her soul To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of holy roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow where sorrow rose Having all tomorrows For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed persephone So down here in the shadow of the Vally of kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbations Never in a thousand years Whithout her here I’m lost The season absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked I’m a magnet to your charm Lost in a skeletal dance I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That rights the wrongs I’ve breed inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candeliit and oft obliged To deeply sow where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savored afterglow To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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9. | The Night at Catafalque Manor | 07:31 | Show lyrics |
Lightning forked like a bifurcate tongue Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium Theatrical, the courted orchestra ripples The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal It plays for mass destruction Frightening, the sight of darksome banners on the wind Tumulus the cumulus, is drub of us begins A glavanting army of tsunami-like decrees Trees are edging backwards, I am lost to reverie I was contemplating the fate to undress Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is enwreathed with sensation My carriage appears like a fright through the storm As bells from a distante church, tolling forlorn Thrash out a tortuous path until dawn Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens has lit so exquisite a stage I sense the stars up in arms Their mercurial charms Incensed by the liveried curtain And hence my journey, pockmarked By the Stygian dark Is intense and delivered uncertain This eve is in league with elation As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy lee The foul tempest howls and then suddenly Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries Passed under the shrouded arches The moon spills twixt clouded branches And where it sits, the driveway blanches Fixed aslant the hill To the foot of Catafalque Manor Silvered thus, it extends a glamour Like Cinderella bared to dare enamour My inner Gothic, thrilled Exotic guests, coalesced, embark (Espied through windows on the park) To arrest my villainous heart For it is amiss, yet yearning still... I pervade the ball And glide amidst rich animals So beautiful their prideful litters Underneath chandeliers that glitter Sanguine delights In bright Victoriana A Nirvana life bedights In light of this I commend the Host for his regalities A toast I thus engender But now, in a forest of glasses raised And gazes held I spy a face whose spell One would race through blazing Hell for I must confess I came here for the game For the scent of death But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder By a seraph who would steal its thunder My ardor awakened is taken by force I ask for a dance, a chance for discourse She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpion... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw We play for mass corruption She waits, contemplating her fate to address Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is besieged by temptation The flames in her eyes catch these mad butterflies They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply This girl, non pareil, is a nymph in disguise Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage We pass through the throng Heedless and headlong Possessed by the gathering maelstrom By her talents impressed And the swell of her breast Obsessed, I am halfway to Hell gone This eve is enwreathed in sensation As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights We fake our excuses, soon to take flight Forever to wake and remember this night The night at Catafalque Manor |
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10. | Alison Hell (Annihilator cover) | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared Alice isn’t it wonderful Living life afraid Don’t look around the corner I might be lurking there Under the bed at night You’re up till dawn again Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out, you’ve lost your doll It isn’t worth a dime Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, what are you looking for Alice in hell, soon i close the door Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone No one listened to your fears, you’ve created me Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared I was killed at birth I shoot this final scene You’re in the basement You’re trapped insanity Alison hell, what were you looking for Alison hell, as i close the door Alison hell, here you shall dwell Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell Alice Alison Alice In hell Goodbye |
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Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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Side B | |||
4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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2. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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3. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This ageing mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the Valley of the Shadow of Death To the best denomination I have taken To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of Holy Roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow, where sorrow rose Having all tomorrow For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the Vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed Persephone So down here in the shadow of the Valley of Kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbation Never in a thousand years Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked, I’m a magnet to your charms Lost in a skeletal dance Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That right the wrongs I’ve bred inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candlelit and oft obliged To deeply sow, where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savoured afterglows To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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4. | The Night at Catafalque Manor | 07:31 | |
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5. | Alison Hell (Annihilator cover) | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared Alice isn’t it wonderful Living life afraid Don’t look around the corner I might be lurking there Under the bed at night You’re up till dawn again Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out, you’ve lost your doll It isn’t worth a dime Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, what are you looking for Alice in hell, soon i close the door Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone No one listened to your fears, you’ve created me Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared I was killed at birth I shoot this final scene You’re in the basement You’re trapped insanity Alison hell, what were you looking for Alison hell, as i close the door Alison hell, here you shall dwell Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell Alice Alison Alice In hell Goodbye |
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34:42 |
Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Tracks | |||
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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2. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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3. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This ageing mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the Valley of the Shadow of Death To the best denomination I have taken To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of Holy Roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow, where sorrow rose Having all tomorrow For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the Vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed Persephone So down here in the shadow of the Valley of Kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbation Never in a thousand years Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked, I’m a magnet to your charms Lost in a skeletal dance Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That right the wrongs I’ve bred inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candlelit and oft obliged To deeply sow, where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savoured afterglows To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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4. | The Night at Catafalque Manor | ||
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5. | Alison Hell (Annihilator cover) | ||
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22:10 |
Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
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Disc 1 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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Side B | |||
4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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30:48 | |||
Disc 2 | |||
Side A | |||
1. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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2. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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3. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This ageing mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the Valley of the Shadow of Death To the best denomination I have taken To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of Holy Roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow, where sorrow rose Having all tomorrow For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the Vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed Persephone So down here in the shadow of the Valley of Kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbation Never in a thousand years Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked, I’m a magnet to your charms Lost in a skeletal dance Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That right the wrongs I’ve bred inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candlelit and oft obliged To deeply sow, where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savoured afterglows To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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4. | The Night at Catafalque Manor | 07:31 | Show lyrics |
Lighting forked like a bifurcate tongue Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium Theatrical the courted orchestra ripples The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal It plays for mass destruction Frightening the sight of darksome banners on the wind Tumulus the cumulus is drub of us begins A glavanting army of tsunami-like decrees Trees are edging backwards I am lost to reverie I was contemplating the fate to undress Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is enwreathed with sensation My carriage appears like a fright through the storm A bell from a distante church tolling forlorn Thrash our a tortuous path until dawn Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens has lit so exquisite a stage I sense the stars up in arms Their mercurial charms Incensed by the liveried curtain And hence my journey pockmarked By the Stygian dark Is intense and delivered uncertain This eve is in league with clation As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy ice The foul tempest howls and then suddenly Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries Passed under the shrouded arches The moon spills twixt clouded branches Fixed aslant the hill To the foot of the catafalque manor Silvered thus, it extends a glamour Like Cinderella bared to dare enamor My inner gothic thrilled Exotic guests, coalesced embark (Espied through windows on the park) To arrest my villainous heart For it is amiss yet yearning still... I pervade the ball And glide amidst rich animals So beautiful their prideful litters Underneath chandeliers that glitters Sanguine delights In bright Victoriana A nirvana life bedights In light of this I commend the Host for his regalities A toast I thus engender But now in a forest of glasses raised And gazes held I spy a face whose spell One would race through blazing hell for I must confess I came here for the game For the scent of death But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder By a seraph who would steal its thunder My ardor awakend is taken by force I ask for a dance a chance for discourse She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpions... We play for mass corruption She waits contemplating her fate to address Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is besieged by temptations The flames in her eyes catch this mud butterflies They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply This girl, non pareil is a nymph in disguise Oh the viciousness of this parade The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage We pass through the throng Heedless and headlong Possessed by the gathering maelstrom By her talents impressed And the swell of her breast Obsessed I am halfway to hell gone This eve is enwreathed in sensation As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights We fake our excuses soon to take flight Forever to wake and remember this night The night at catafalque manor |
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5. | Alison Hell (Annihilator cover) | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared Alice isn’t it wonderful Living life afraid Don’t look around the corner I might be lurking there Under the bed at night You’re up till dawn again Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out, you’ve lost your doll It isn’t worth a dime Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, what are you looking for Alice in hell, soon i close the door Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone No one listened to your fears, you’ve created me Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared I was killed at birth I shoot this final scene You’re in the basement You’re trapped insanity Alison hell, what were you looking for Alison hell, as i close the door Alison hell, here you shall dwell Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell Alice Alison Alice In hell Goodbye |
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34:42 |
Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
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1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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6. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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7. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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8. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This aging mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the valley of the shadow of death To the best denomination I have taken her soul To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of holy roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow where sorrow rose Having all tomorrows For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed persephone So down here in the shadow of the Vally of kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbations Never in a thousand years Whithout her here I’m lost The season absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked I’m a magnet to your charm Lost in a skeletal dance I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That rights the wrongs I’ve breed inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candeliit and oft obliged To deeply sow where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savored afterglow To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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9. | The Night at Catafalque Manor | 07:31 | Show lyrics |
Lighting forked like a bifurcate tongue Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium Theatrical the courted orchestra ripples The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal It plays for mass destruction Frightening the sight of darksome banners on the wind Tumulus the cumulus is drub of us begins A glavanting army of tsunami-like decrees Trees are edging backwards I am lost to reverie I was contemplating the fate to undress Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is enwreathed with sensation My carriage appears like a fright through the storm A bell from a distante church tolling forlorn Thrash our a tortuous path until dawn Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens has lit so exquisite a stage I sense the stars up in arms Their mercurial charms Incensed by the liveried curtain And hence my journey pockmarked By the Stygian dark Is intense and delivered uncertain This eve is in league with clation As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy ice The foul tempest howls and then suddenly Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries Passed under the shrouded arches The moon spills twixt clouded branches Fixed aslant the hill To the foot of the catafalque manor Silvered thus, it extends a glamour Like Cinderella bared to dare enamor My inner gothic thrilled Exotic guests, coalesced embark (Espied through windows on the park) To arrest my villainous heart For it is amiss yet yearning still... I pervade the ball And glide amidst rich animals So beautiful their prideful litters Underneath chandeliers that glitters Sanguine delights In bright Victoriana A nirvana life bedights In light of this I commend the Host for his regalities A toast I thus engender But now in a forest of glasses raised And gazes held I spy a face whose spell One would race through blazing hell for I must confess I came here for the game For the scent of death But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder By a seraph who would steal its thunder My ardor awakend is taken by force I ask for a dance a chance for discourse She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpions... We play for mass corruption She waits contemplating her fate to address Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is besieged by temptations The flames in her eyes catch this mud butterflies They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply This girl, non pareil is a nymph in disguise Oh the viciousness of this parade The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage We pass through the throng Heedless and headlong Possessed by the gathering maelstrom By her talents impressed And the swell of her breast Obsessed I am halfway to hell gone This eve is enwreathed in sensation As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights We fake our excuses soon to take flight Forever to wake and remember this night The night at catafalque manor |
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10. | Alison Hell (Annihilator cover) | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared Alice isn’t it wonderful Living life afraid Don’t look around the corner I might be lurking there Under the bed at night You’re up till dawn again Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out, you’ve lost your doll It isn’t worth a dime Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, what are you looking for Alice in hell, soon i close the door Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone No one listened to your fears, you’ve created me Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared I was killed at birth I shoot this final scene You’re in the basement You’re trapped insanity Alison hell, what were you looking for Alison hell, as i close the door Alison hell, here you shall dwell Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell Alice Alison Alice In hell Goodbye |
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01:05:30 |
Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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6. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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7. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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8. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This aging mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the valley of the shadow of death To the best denomination I have taken her soul To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of holy roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow where sorrow rose Having all tomorrows For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed persephone So down here in the shadow of the Vally of kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbations Never in a thousand years Whithout her here I’m lost The season absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked I’m a magnet to your charm Lost in a skeletal dance I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That rights the wrongs I’ve breed inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candeliit and oft obliged To deeply sow where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savored afterglow To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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9. | The Night at Catafalque Manor | 07:31 | Show lyrics |
Lighting forked like a bifurcate tongue Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium Theatrical the courted orchestra ripples The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal It plays for mass destruction Frightening the sight of darksome banners on the wind Tumulus the cumulus is drub of us begins A glavanting army of tsunami-like decrees Trees are edging backwards I am lost to reverie I was contemplating the fate to undress Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is enwreathed with sensation My carriage appears like a fright through the storm A bell from a distante church tolling forlorn Thrash our a tortuous path until dawn Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens has lit so exquisite a stage I sense the stars up in arms Their mercurial charms Incensed by the liveried curtain And hence my journey pockmarked By the Stygian dark Is intense and delivered uncertain This eve is in league with clation As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy ice The foul tempest howls and then suddenly Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries Passed under the shrouded arches The moon spills twixt clouded branches Fixed aslant the hill To the foot of the catafalque manor Silvered thus, it extends a glamour Like Cinderella bared to dare enamor My inner gothic thrilled Exotic guests, coalesced embark (Espied through windows on the park) To arrest my villainous heart For it is amiss yet yearning still... I pervade the ball And glide amidst rich animals So beautiful their prideful litters Underneath chandeliers that glitters Sanguine delights In bright Victoriana A nirvana life bedights In light of this I commend the Host for his regalities A toast I thus engender But now in a forest of glasses raised And gazes held I spy a face whose spell One would race through blazing hell for I must confess I came here for the game For the scent of death But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder By a seraph who would steal its thunder My ardor awakend is taken by force I ask for a dance a chance for discourse She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpions... We play for mass corruption She waits contemplating her fate to address Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is besieged by temptations The flames in her eyes catch this mud butterflies They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply This girl, non pareil is a nymph in disguise Oh the viciousness of this parade The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage We pass through the throng Heedless and headlong Possessed by the gathering maelstrom By her talents impressed And the swell of her breast Obsessed I am halfway to hell gone This eve is enwreathed in sensation As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights We fake our excuses soon to take flight Forever to wake and remember this night The night at catafalque manor |
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10. | Alison Hell (Annihilator cover) | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared Alice isn’t it wonderful Living life afraid Don’t look around the corner I might be lurking there Under the bed at night You’re up till dawn again Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out, you’ve lost your doll It isn’t worth a dime Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, what are you looking for Alice in hell, soon i close the door Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone No one listened to your fears, you’ve created me Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared I was killed at birth I shoot this final scene You’re in the basement You’re trapped insanity Alison hell, what were you looking for Alison hell, as i close the door Alison hell, here you shall dwell Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell Alice Alison Alice In hell Goodbye |
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Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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6. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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7. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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8. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This aging mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the valley of the shadow of death To the best denomination I have taken her soul To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of holy roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow where sorrow rose Having all tomorrows For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed persephone So down here in the shadow of the Vally of kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbations Never in a thousand years Whithout her here I’m lost The season absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked I’m a magnet to your charm Lost in a skeletal dance I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That rights the wrongs I’ve breed inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candeliit and oft obliged To deeply sow where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savored afterglow To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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9. | The Night at Catafalque Manor | 07:31 | Show lyrics |
Lighting forked like a bifurcate tongue Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium Theatrical the courted orchestra ripples The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal It plays for mass destruction Frightening the sight of darksome banners on the wind Tumulus the cumulus is drub of us begins A glavanting army of tsunami-like decrees Trees are edging backwards I am lost to reverie I was contemplating the fate to undress Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is enwreathed with sensation My carriage appears like a fright through the storm A bell from a distante church tolling forlorn Thrash our a tortuous path until dawn Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens has lit so exquisite a stage I sense the stars up in arms Their mercurial charms Incensed by the liveried curtain And hence my journey pockmarked By the Stygian dark Is intense and delivered uncertain This eve is in league with clation As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy ice The foul tempest howls and then suddenly Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries Passed under the shrouded arches The moon spills twixt clouded branches Fixed aslant the hill To the foot of the catafalque manor Silvered thus, it extends a glamour Like Cinderella bared to dare enamor My inner gothic thrilled Exotic guests, coalesced embark (Espied through windows on the park) To arrest my villainous heart For it is amiss yet yearning still... I pervade the ball And glide amidst rich animals So beautiful their prideful litters Underneath chandeliers that glitters Sanguine delights In bright Victoriana A nirvana life bedights In light of this I commend the Host for his regalities A toast I thus engender But now in a forest of glasses raised And gazes held I spy a face whose spell One would race through blazing hell for I must confess I came here for the game For the scent of death But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder By a seraph who would steal its thunder My ardor awakend is taken by force I ask for a dance a chance for discourse She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpions... We play for mass corruption She waits contemplating her fate to address Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is besieged by temptations The flames in her eyes catch this mud butterflies They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply This girl, non pareil is a nymph in disguise Oh the viciousness of this parade The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage We pass through the throng Heedless and headlong Possessed by the gathering maelstrom By her talents impressed And the swell of her breast Obsessed I am halfway to hell gone This eve is enwreathed in sensation As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights We fake our excuses soon to take flight Forever to wake and remember this night The night at catafalque manor |
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10. | Alison Hell (Annihilator cover) | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared Alice isn’t it wonderful Living life afraid Don’t look around the corner I might be lurking there Under the bed at night You’re up till dawn again Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out, you’ve lost your doll It isn’t worth a dime Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, what are you looking for Alice in hell, soon i close the door Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone No one listened to your fears, you’ve created me Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared I was killed at birth I shoot this final scene You’re in the basement You’re trapped insanity Alison hell, what were you looking for Alison hell, as i close the door Alison hell, here you shall dwell Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell Alice Alison Alice In hell Goodbye |
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01:05:30 |
Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
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1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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6. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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7. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:23 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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8. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This ageing mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the Valley of the Shadow of Death To the best denomination I have taken To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of Holy Roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow, where sorrow rose Having all tomorrow For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the Vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed Persephone So down here in the shadow of the Valley of Kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbation Never in a thousand years Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked, I’m a magnet to your charms Lost in a skeletal dance Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That right the wrongs I’ve bred inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candlelit and oft obliged To deeply sow, where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savoured afterglows To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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9. | The Night at Catafalque Manor | 07:31 | Show lyrics |
Lightning forked like a bifurcate tongue Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium Theatrical, the courted orchestra ripples The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal It plays for mass destruction Frightening, the sight of darksome banners on the wind Tumulus the cumulus, is drub of us begins A glavanting army of tsunami-like decrees Trees are edging backwards, I am lost to reverie I was contemplating the fate to undress Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is enwreathed with sensation My carriage appears like a fright through the storm As bells from a distante church, tolling forlorn Thrash out a tortuous path until dawn Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens has lit so exquisite a stage I sense the stars up in arms Their mercurial charms Incensed by the liveried curtain And hence my journey, pockmarked By the Stygian dark Is intense and delivered uncertain This eve is in league with elation As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy lee The foul tempest howls and then suddenly Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries Passed under the shrouded arches The moon spills twixt clouded branches And where it sits, the driveway blanches Fixed aslant the hill To the foot of Catafalque Manor Silvered thus, it extends a glamour Like Cinderella bared to dare enamour My inner Gothic, thrilled Exotic guests, coalesced, embark (Espied through windows on the park) To arrest my villainous heart For it is amiss, yet yearning still... I pervade the ball And glide amidst rich animals So beautiful their prideful litters Underneath chandeliers that glitter Sanguine delights In bright Victoriana A Nirvana life bedights In light of this I commend the Host for his regalities A toast I thus engender But now, in a forest of glasses raised And gazes held I spy a face whose spell One would race through blazing Hell for I must confess I came here for the game For the scent of death But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder By a seraph who would steal its thunder My ardor awakened is taken by force I ask for a dance, a chance for discourse She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpion... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw We play for mass corruption She waits, contemplating her fate to address Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is besieged by temptation The flames in her eyes catch these mad butterflies They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply This girl, non pareil, is a nymph in disguise Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage We pass through the throng Heedless and headlong Possessed by the gathering maelstrom By her talents impressed And the swell of her breast Obsessed, I am halfway to Hell gone This eve is enwreathed in sensation As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights We fake our excuses, soon to take flight Forever to wake and remember this night The night at Catafalque Manor |
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10. | Alison Hell (Annihilator cover) | 05:02 | Show lyrics |
Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared Alice isn’t it wonderful Living life afraid Don’t look around the corner I might be lurking there Under the bed at night You’re up till dawn again Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out, you’ve lost your doll It isn’t worth a dime Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, what are you looking for Alice in hell, soon i close the door Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone No one listened to your fears, you’ve created me Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared I was killed at birth I shoot this final scene You’re in the basement You’re trapped insanity Alison hell, what were you looking for Alison hell, as i close the door Alison hell, here you shall dwell Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell Alice Alison Alice In hell Goodbye |
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01:05:32 |
Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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6. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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7. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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8. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This ageing mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the Valley of the Shadow of Death To the best denomination I have taken To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of Holy Roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow, where sorrow rose Having all tomorrow For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the Vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed Persephone So down here in the shadow of the Valley of Kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbation Never in a thousand years Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths crossed Eros and Thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart shall belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked, I’m a magnet to your charms Lost in a skeletal dance Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That right the wrongs I’ve bred inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candlelit and oft obliged To deeply sow, where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savoured afterglows To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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9. | The Night At Catafalque Manor | 07:33 | |
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10. | Alison Hell | 05:02 | |
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Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay
Members | |
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Original line-up | |
Band members | |
Dani Filth | Vocals, Lyrics |
Martin ’Marthus’ Skaroupka | Drums, Keyboards, Orchestrations, Vocals (choirs) |
Daniel Firth | Bass |
Richard Shaw | Guitars |
Marek ’Ashok’ Smerda | Guitars |
Lindsay Schoolcraft | Vocals (female, narration) |
Guest/Session | |
Miloš Makovský | Vocals (choirs) |
Martin Franze | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (baritone) |
Dana Toncrová | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (soprano) |
Liv Kristine | Vocals (track 6) |
Ivan Nepivoda | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Linda Nepivodova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto) |
Jakub Herzan | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (tenor) |
Lucie Korinkova | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (alto), Vocals (soprano) |
Petr Janovsky | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Vit Starka | Vocals (choirs), Vocals (bass) |
Miscellaneous staff | |
Scott Atkins | Recording, Mixing, Mastering, Producer |
Igor Mores | Additional Choir And Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Dan Goldsworthy | Layout |
Flame Hel | Photography |
Martin Franze | Artistic leader (baritone) |
Chris Schäfer | Recording (Liv Kristine’s vocals, track 6) |
Martin Skaroupka | Score Arrangements, Choir & Soprano Parts Writing |
Arthur Berzinsh | Artwork |
Roman Jez | Choir & Lead Soprano Recording Sound Engineer |
Tracks | |||
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1. | Exquisite Torments Await... | 02:15 | Show lyrics |
Abandon hope all ye who enter here For herein lies the path to sadness The poetry of woe set midst the sweet lament of fear Carouses in fantasia like spirits cast to madness Here we pray Severe, the day Dies irae Dies illa Dies tribulationis Et angustiæ Dies calamitatis Et misteriæ Dies tenebarum Et caliginis Dies nebulæ Et turbinis Dies tubæ Et clangoris... Fresh meat now tests these jaws of death |
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2. | Heartbreak and Seance | 06:24 | Show lyrics |
Before the war, this grave darksome pall Pressed upon the face of England We were sovereign to nothing less Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign Together in a peace these wicked times disdain Then empires saw much more to gain The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find, the path back from the other side So keep a candle burning In your heart that is my shrine No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Before their dismissory The Crown discounts our loss Life cannot count the cost These numbers fount like water The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter Valentine sweet spine entwined I am sorry that i left you here, in time I will find the path back from the other side So please accept my kisses Through the whispers of the Ouija board I suffer alone So far from home Watching you from a distance A shadow’s persistence to roam No time to atone You flower alone Beautifully graven You cut a black raven Whose tower has flown No Momento Mori For he passed away For faraway glory So tear the pages From this castaway story Spilling tears Fill her lachrymatory She seeks to pierce the veil Melancholia Speaks the fiercest tale Weeks are growing lonelier Ever stonier regailed Love’s bond responding Beyond the pale The planchette is promissory Purveyance of this Seance In obeisance to the spirits Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie Winter seems far colder Without you by my shoulder now this year Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost Finds her there, entranced to cross To breach death’s porous border And reach where breath affords no quarter Helpless, I see her resolve harden This is where it ends How the wretchedness portends The knife in her hand On the stretch to the promised land And this is how they found my light Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
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3. | Achingly Beautiful | 07:02 | Show lyrics |
Night That fatal raven alighted On the cusp of my bewitchment The beast in the clouds had swallowed the moon A silverback thundering across the cosmos In silence now stars followed her tune Winking from existence on the brink of chaos I penned an open sonnet To the pearly gates ablaze As I gazed upon this angel Intoxicating everything The ball became her court Her presence there electrifying Candelabra fought To tear themselves away She was a flame, divine My pathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes, they paralysed me, froze the flow of time A glimpse, so achingly beautiful Fleeing from the manor In the manner of this crime We sheltered from the pelting Helter-skelter of the skies In the Greek gazebo Speaking tragedian rhyme Death would never settle For one petal at a time He would pluck the fucker! Lo, this malleus eve Is heaving to the pulse of souls She was the game, sublime A knight takes queen in ruby, indisputable Then her eyes, they paralysed me for a second time A glimpse so achingly beautiful Drinking in her flora This Aurora to the storm I was burning in the furnace Of a love that went to war With ravenous desire Fires lit the heavens for Caressing in the rainfall A less painful metaphor For this hunger… On marbled tomb Breathless, cocooned A long red dress shrouds Like Ophelia, this Goddess Mourning then crawls Black velvet palled To pass fervent lips Betwixt her deliciousness Miserere Mei Diva Forgive me forever my bride But a gift was delivered However perverse On that night you exquisitely died Seraphina rise… Arcane perfection Her legend was etched …to queen demon revised A fell resurrection Unparalleled in this world or next Awaken, forsaken By others soon taken as prey Now you shall stand in the grandeur of love A wonderland in which to play Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw The beast in the clouds spat back the moon And arrayed in a crown of glittering cobwebs She slid to her feet like a prophet of doom Born to immortal darkness As mortality slipped away She was a flame, divine My gnathic call of duty, irrefutable Her eyes imparadised me with their wicked shine A glimpse so achingly beautiful Now she stirs the night just like the perfect Lorelei As she spurs the dark horse foaming in my soul Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet The beast in beauty’s mask Her skies, bediademed, complete Now freed of days grown overcast |
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4. | Wester Vespertine | 07:29 | Show lyrics |
Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its clamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewellery that it hung About me, God it stung Like life’s betrayal Now shadows lengthening Hear the nightside sing The promise of delightful things to come Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse around the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The heavens blaze, their flames devour The smoke of ruins black against A bled horizon, mystic, incensed Nightfall is dressed in fantasy Ethereal, the end of day enthralls Voyeurs watching from the stalls It enfolds the drear and drab Lifts our hearts to sheer romantic Pyromantic, necromantic heights Of bright sensation Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The Heavens blaze, the angels cower Wisps of sulphur at my lips The abyss at kissed fingertip Nightfall is blessed with majesty This night will see indictment For my needs extol The virtues of excitement This soul reigns uncontrolled Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth Have lent to my rebirth Her perfume is perverse And that’s the way I like it Bethlem is opening Her terrifying wings The promise of its frightful things to sperse Hesperus will shine Out foremost as stars climb And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine Feel the rush of power this magickal hour The moon invades the vestal bower Gas lamps flicker in devotion Like fireflies on an iron ocean Nightfall is best left to telestic needs Crepuscular This theatre is spurred To drive the painted nails home And let man’s blithe desires roam About the city lit to please The pretty bits this August eve Revive our sore and tortured souls Revive my mortared soul Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw Toward the end Toward the splendour Like Lot, the host gives up its ghosts His gorgeous daughters now surrender Lammas glamour Hammered in the dying light Like a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvil We’ll bang destiny to rights now Wester Vespertine This is our time to taste To chase, to embrace, to lay waste to the vine The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine Wester Vespertine When the sun is in decline Reddened skies underlined in purple Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal Bats carouse about the tree line Daylight bows out, free and feline And dusk comes so sublime So wester Vespertine |
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5. | The Seductiveness of Decay | 07:38 | Show lyrics |
Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana’s on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror Victorianorum Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay Horror Victorianorum Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray Solos: Richard Shaw, Ashok Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an Empire fit for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation cries |
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6. | Vengeful Spirit | 06:00 | Show lyrics |
A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The Autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead hiss an virulent cacophany Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly parasite Who stalks my very dreams Sickened by this atmosphere Blood’s slickening everything in here Nightmares are hers to commandeer And furnish with my screams She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul The snow and roses Of youth have passed away Yet still she haunts me In truth I stay her prey Further down the rabbit hole I fall, feigning greater escapology But drugs do nothing but extol The here and now And not her venomous ghostology I was hers but chose Another for my own And everybody knows Suicide is for the solo... Solos: Ashok, Richard Shaw, Ashok, Richard Shaw My loved ones swoon to her embrace For them a tomb will soon encase Their spilled remains, the cursed chase Begins for me afresh Adverse Venus of these rites Hearse of perverse appetites Her thirst, it worsens and invites A creeping of the flesh She seeks control So disaster will follow me Please free my soul Before her darkness can swallow me I tasted betrayal I was a fool I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul I tasted betrayal Misplaced and cruel I will never relent I am agony sent Vengeance in the still hungry sights of a ghoul In the still hungry sights of a ghoul First a gelid whisper Then the candlelight cavorts in sympathy For where once it was murder to resist her Paralysis of terror stills the urge to flee The demon enters Swathed in a fell bestiality She, this vengeful wraith tormentor I pray the time has come for Hell to set me free |
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7. | You Will Know the Lion by His Claw | 07:22 | Show lyrics |
Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah wind Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that are vowing To usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before this night is quite sorely undone The Devil is coming for you Like a ghost haunting the darkness Stalking the veldt Where many kings were felled A savage growling rakes this grassy vastness Halting you in the tracks you’ve laid To rule this fulsome world Now silent as a wisp of smoke Terror grips you by the throat You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door I am nature’s great restorer First order carnivora Fate and foe, no time to implore Mercy for she has fled Tail tucked between her legs Circled prey, recant and beg To me alone, this powder keg Of teeth and jaws together In a riot of adventure I am Leonine and ten commandments Cut deep for your death Solo: Richard Shaw Damnatio ad bestias Through limitless whispering seas Of redolent tropical plains Whereupon mystery’s blistery frieze A silvering gibbous moon reigns Aggressive, obsessive to snuff out your lights I come a cold virulent grue Blighting your guides and delighting inside On the pride that is tiding for you As a beast feasting its hunger Under this spell Rifles and fire shall not repel Industrious machinations rent asunder No miring me in traps well-laid I’ll not pale to unveil my Hell Solo: Ashok You will know the lion by his claw This violence is a plague of flame Licking the brush to flush out game A bellow of rage caged in yellow eyes Sees evil life seized, unleashed reprisal You will know the lion by his claw Mistaking fake demeanour Was your first and fatal flaw Never will the hunter Ever be the hunted Here or evermore Taking my arena Brought this courted slaughter to your door You will know the lion by his claw Now hear the growing thunder roar Damnatio ad bestias The walls of brackish thorn have fallen Batterfang and chaos Quick to marshal, maul the fools Who stand by shattered loss Your shadow scatters westward Toward the fleeing stars As a new dawn feeds upon the skies Hearldic, rampant, battle-scarred Damnatio ad bestias |
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8. | Death and the Maiden | 08:48 | Show lyrics |
I spy the spreading fear That crawls wormlike beneath This aging mask of time That grasps to call itself belief So down here in the valley of the shadow of death To the best denomination I have taken her soul To show just what faith-tested means Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her feeble screams Would court such fascination Never in a thousand years I am the lord of the bored underworld Her hand is pleasured in mine Together we will climb Past the pearly castellations A wealth of treasures to find We’ll fly crows of ill-omen Across a leaden sky To red squares of holy roman Catholicism in an eye To deeply sow where sorrow rose Having all tomorrows For our wedded union to impose The world in misery succumbs to frost Without her here I’m lost The seasons absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall, debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me I saw her there Gathering despair By the light of the moon On the vale of Nysa I walked the endless night Before she pressed from me The swallowed seed of winter’s bite Undressed persephone So down here in the shadow of the Vally of kings Let this sticky situation spur on fertility Come be my perennial Queen Never seen the sun Never been undone Never thought her velvet ports Would wean such masturbations Never in a thousand years Whithout her here I’m lost The season absorb the cost Together our paths are crossed Eros and thanatos One by one Love’s raised horns sound their sweet surrender And one by one Her defences fall debris My will be done I shall storm the gates where fates defend her And once I’ve won Her heart will belong to me Hades I’ve slept delightfully within these open arms Plucked I’m a magnet to your charm Lost in a skeletal dance I rent the meadow’s earth To embed her as my bride This wond’rous light of life That rights the wrongs I’ve breed inside Her mouth no longer plaintive Those lips no longer dry We waltz the great halls naked Candeliit and oft obliged To deeply sow where sorrow froze Having all tomorrows To bathe in the savored afterglow To slave at the favoured crafts we know |
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9. | The Night at Catafalque Manor | 07:31 | Show lyrics |
Lighting forked like a bifurcate tongue Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium Theatrical the courted orchestra ripples The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal It plays for mass destruction Frightening the sight of darksome banners on the wind Tumulus the cumulus is drub of us begins A glavanting army of tsunami-like decrees Trees are edging backwards I am lost to reverie I was contemplating the fate to undress Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is enwreathed with sensation My carriage appears like a fright through the storm A bell from a distante church tolling forlorn Thrash our a tortuous path until dawn Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens has lit so exquisite a stage I sense the stars up in arms Their mercurial charms Incensed by the liveried curtain And hence my journey pockmarked By the Stygian dark Is intense and delivered uncertain This eve is in league with clation As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy ice The foul tempest howls and then suddenly Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries Passed under the shrouded arches The moon spills twixt clouded branches Fixed aslant the hill To the foot of the catafalque manor Silvered thus, it extends a glamour Like Cinderella bared to dare enamor My inner gothic thrilled Exotic guests, coalesced embark (Espied through windows on the park) To arrest my villainous heart For it is amiss yet yearning still... I pervade the ball And glide amidst rich animals So beautiful their prideful litters Underneath chandeliers that glitters Sanguine delights In bright Victoriana A nirvana life bedights In light of this I commend the Host for his regalities A toast I thus engender But now in a forest of glasses raised And gazes held I spy a face whose spell One would race through blazing hell for I must confess I came here for the game For the scent of death But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder By a seraph who would steal its thunder My ardor awakend is taken by force I ask for a dance a chance for discourse She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpions... We play for mass corruption She waits contemplating her fate to address Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is besieged by temptations The flames in her eyes catch this mud butterflies They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply This girl, non pareil is a nymph in disguise Oh the viciousness of this parade The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage We pass through the throng Heedless and headlong Possessed by the gathering maelstrom By her talents impressed And the swell of her breast Obsessed I am halfway to hell gone This eve is enwreathed in sensation As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights We fake our excuses soon to take flight Forever to wake and remember this night The night at catafalque manor |
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10. | Alison Hell (Annihilator cover) | 05:01 | Show lyrics |
Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared Alice isn’t it wonderful Living life afraid Don’t look around the corner I might be lurking there Under the bed at night You’re up till dawn again Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out, you’ve lost your doll It isn’t worth a dime Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren’t you growing cold Alison hell, what are you looking for Alice in hell, soon i close the door Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone No one listened to your fears, you’ve created me Alice isn’t it frightening Alice aren’t you scared I was killed at birth I shoot this final scene You’re in the basement You’re trapped insanity Alison hell, what were you looking for Alison hell, as i close the door Alison hell, here you shall dwell Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell Alice Alison Alice In hell Goodbye |
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